January has been a pretty busy month for me.
And I’m not just saying that because my mom adopted nine-weeks-old twins on January 10th and established me as their babysitter. @_@
Wanna meet them?
Of course you do!
Here they are. Zoey is in green (left), and Kiki is her sister (right).
They’re adorable little ankle biters (literally, biters!). More like fuzzy piranhas, really.
Anyway, I’ve done quite a bit of writing in between juggling puppies.
I’ve completed the outlines of the seven remaining cases of The AEON Files and started the outline for The Tainted Soul (I’m at chapter 33 now). And I wrote an interesting little tidbit (short? *shrugs*). Stick around ’til the end if you want to read it.
Not only have I been catching up on overdue writing and artwork, I’ve been sending out query letters in hopes of getting that elusive publishing deal I’ve had my eye on. Out of the 33 letters sent out to various agents and publishers (the ones that accept unsolicited manuscripts) this month, I’ve received 13 rejections.
The funny part is that my mom complains about the difficulties of getting this “job” more than I do.
So, why do I keep trying?
I could tell you that it’s because I’m a redheaded German born under the sign of Taurus in the Year of the Tiger (that’s my warning label), and therefore am too stubborn to give up (which is probably true). The truth is that I’ve been dreaming of being a traditionally published author for the last 23 years, so I’m not going to give up on it just because someone tells me they didn’t really like what I wrote.
But that’s not the only reason I want to be an author. I just have a lot of stories to tell, and I hope that at least one person will be inspired by them.
So, for February, I plan to send out a minimum of one query letter per day. I keep all my query information in three places. The primary location is my journal. I also keep every email I send to or receive from agents and publishers, but my main digital tracker is QueryTracker.net.
I’m not getting paid to say this, but I find QueryTracker a better source than Writer’s Market. It might take a little more reading on the agent’s/publisher’s site to get the appropriate info (which you should do anyway), but it’s worth it. The biggest difference between QueryTracker and Writer’s Market: there’s no need to pay for the service if you don’t want to, but QueryTracker is only $25 for a whole year.
I’m also lurking on the #MSWL site, waiting for an agent/publisher seeking a Character-Driven Plot with Gothic, Urban Fantasy, Contemporary, Paranormal, Mystery, Ethnic, and Women’s Fiction elements for young adults (aka, The AEON Files).
Anyway, the twin piranhas are waking up from their nap, so I gotta run.
Until next time!
P.S. It’s now 14 rejections.
P.P.S. No matter what that groundhog says tomorrow, he’s lying!
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And now for that excerpt I promised you. Let me know what you think.
There is a Lie spoken in every language in every nation on earth. It is perhaps the oldest deception in… well, forever. I know you’re wondering what it is, but I’m sure you’ve heard it at least once in your life. What is this Lie?
‘There’s no such thing as monsters.’
If you believe this, you couldn’t be more wrong. And I have some advice for you: stop reading right now. Believing the Lie is your camouflage. It protects you from them, which is why the Lie was created in the first place. The moment you realize the creatures from those stories you were told at bedtime aren’t just real but alive and kicking, the easier it is for them to find you.
See, there are beings on this planet who predate the Roman Empire, the Pharaohs, even humanity itself. They are called many things. Monster. Spook. Apparition. There are some who are revered for their wisdom and benevolence and called gods or angels. Others have a darker nature and are believed to be the embodiment of pure evil and malice. Those were the ones called devils or demons.
Bram Stoker wrote about one. Guy Endore wrote of another. So did Jane Webb, Shakespeare, Homer, and dozens of other authors over the millennia. Be wary to name them aloud, for doing so will gain you their attention. And that is rarely a good thing.
But no matter what you may call them, these beings used to be found everywhere. They dwelled in the darkest caves and atop the tallest mountains. Walked the vast plains and scorching deserts. Soared the endless skies and lurked in the depths of the forests. Swam the icy lakes and the deepest seas. Of course, that was before mankind seeped into every corner of the world. Before church-sponsored hunters and holy wars that threatened to purge them from existence.
In a way, the cowans succeeded.
The beginning of the eighteenth century saw the decline in the public awareness of the paranormal world. This was due to the efforts of a world-wide secret partnership between man and myth which renewed the reinforcement of the Lie. By the dawn of the twentieth, almost everyone believed the monsters were just myths told to frighten children or warring neighbors. Eventually, they evolved into Hollywood villains and fiction and faded out of mankind’s memories until they became nothing more than bad dreams.
Today, they are called parathropes and believe you me, they aren’t just urban legends or the stuff of movies and fantasies. They could be your neighbors. That barista behind the counter at your favorite coffee shop. A teacher. Your child’s imaginary friend. Make no mistake; parathropes are out there.
I know because I’m one of them.
Since you’ve read this far, I now present you with a choice: keep believing the Lie (there are people who get paid to assure you of it), or accept everything I told you and pretend not to notice the subtle tells that give away their presence. Perhaps it’s a play of the light or a shadow ever looming on the edge of your vision. Maybe it’s a sudden chill that creeps up your spine. I promise, when it happens… you’ll know. And you’ll wish you didn’t.
But, if you believe you might be one of us, a parathrope, I urge you to seek me out. You can find me within a secret archive. An archive called…
The AEON Files.
I’ll be waiting.