Monday, October 29, 2012

Trick or Treat #K11 - DIARY OF A GHOST

Title: Diary of a Ghost
Category: YA
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 77,000

Pitch: 
For perpetual eighteen-year-old Cordelia Baxter, there are worse things than being dead: Falling in love with someone who is alive. That's just what happens when the Cahill family moves into the house where Cordelia was murdered, and among them is the hunky, brooding son, Julian. Amid the backdrop of Julian’s suspicious sister, who aims to have Cordelia exorcised, and Julian’s dangerous amateur pursuits to solve a twenty-year-old murder, Cordelia must quickly learn how to live with the living before all their lives are ruined. 

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? 
"My name is Cordelia, and the costume character I relate to most would be a Casper the Friendly Ghost. Mainly because I actually am a ghost!" 

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? 
My YA novel is unique in that it is a ghost story told from the perspective of the ghost instead of the mortal, unlike most paranormal romances.

First 200 Words: 
April 22, 2010 

“Is anyone there?” 

I meander into reluctant awareness, shaking my head to clear the foggy remnants of rejuvenation. It’s been a while since I’ve been… awake, so I have to blink a few times to shed the confusion. Then I see the girl sitting cross-legged on the floor with a Ouija board leveled on her knees.

She’s waiting for an answer.

From me. 

It isn’t every day I get summoned by a Ouija-board-wielding teenager. In fact, this is the first time for me. 

“If anyone is there can you please give me a sign?” 

I roll my eyes. For real? 

While she’s waiting patiently for me to pick up a lamp or slam a door or toss a book across the room, I study the lithe creature sitting on the floor in wonder, mainly because she’s alive. Everything about her screams living, breathing – alive - and I’m taken by a ferocious moment of jealousy. Everything from her vibrant green eyes to her long honey-blonde hair reeks of life, and I automatically hate her for it. 

My sudden irritation causes a power surge and the lights flicker, unwittingly providing the sign she was hoping for.

2 comments:

  1. Consider myself haunted. Have some gummy bears!

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  2. How very American Horror Story! Black licorice!

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