Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 62,000
Word Count: 62,000
Flying model airplanes isn’t cool, not for fifteen-year-old girls in the 1940’s. No one understands Julianna’s love of flying model airplanes but her dad. When he leaves to fly bomber planes in Europe forcing Julianna to deal with her mother’s growing depression alone, she feels abandoned until she meets Ben, but when he signs up for the war, too, she has to consider whether letting her first love drift away would be far easier than waiting for the next casualties.
Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why?
I relate most to Captain America, of course, because he fights the Axis Powers, just like my dad. The proud men of Bridgmont wouldn’t sign up to fight for America if they didn’t believe in the strength and values of our great country, especially since in this cause, there are no guarantees.
Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)?
Pairing a strong, yet vulnerable protagonist with the popular American home-front of the 1940s makes for an engaging coming-of-age story. I like to describe the story as a Taylor Swift video set to big band music with all the angst and emotion and drama as any good first love story today but set 70 years ago.
First 200 Words:
It’s funny the things you do when you’re paired against an adversary called War. The thought of collecting other people’s junk a few years ago would have disgusted me. But if hunting for scrap metal to turn into weapons to defeat America’s enemies would bring Dad home sooner, then I’d do it.
“Julianna, let’s get down to the river,” said Caroline. “Hurry! No way that boy’s getting dibs on the scrap metal out there.”
I couldn’t stop staring at the unfamiliar boy across the river. He wasn’t from Bridgmont. I was sure.
“Maybe we should walk down river a bit. I don’t want to look like we’re taking over his territory,” I said.
“No way. We go upriver. Anything washing downriver he’ll have first chance at. We’re winning this contest. I need that money for a real dinner,” said Caroline. “One night without rations.”
We grabbed our boxes and headed upriver. I turned around and watched the lean, lanky boy looking at us. It was real quick, just saw his eyes darting our direction. I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but something told me he was none too happy with our decision.