Sunday, October 27, 2013

Trick or Treat- Bobbing for Slush Save- WHEN IT ALL WENT AWAY

Category: YA
Genre: Contemporary
Word Count: 58,000

Pitch: Ever since Quinn caught her boyfriend Grayson kissing her former friend, she's been on a non-stop roller-coaster of emotional highs and lows. But with the help of her loyal best friend Harper, Quinn sets out on the daunting path of getting over Grayson - crazy colored hair, first dates and open mic nights included. But Grayson’s plans to win her back threaten her resolve to forget him, and remind her of the epic love they shared.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? Definitely Florence from Florence + the Machine - her uniqueness and spirit inspire me every day. Her costumes are AMAZING and a bit INSANE- I'd love to be that fearless.

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)?  It's contemporary, which is hot right now. And it has a girl relying on her best friend to help her though a breakup - books with true friendship are getting harder to find.

First 250 Words: 
When I started my senior year, I had a long list of unfathomable wishes. Now that I’m more than halfway through the year, I’ve narrowed them down to one. One pulsing wish.

To forget him.

Right now, it seems an impossible task, especially considering the object of my wishing stands three lockers away from me. But such are the calamities of sharing last names in the same branch of the alphabet. I can’t even escape him in homeroom.

“Avert your eyes, stat,” a voice hisses over my shoulder.

With a sigh, I turn to face my best friend. “I’m trying my best. It might be easier if he weren’t so hot.”

Harper rolls her eyes. “Please, his hotness is overrated. Who really wants tall, dark, and handsome anyway?”

“You're not helping,” I answer, refusing to let my eyes caress his face one last time.

“Ok, then just imagine Sydney every time you look at him.”

My heart constricts painfully in my chest. “Yeah, because that visual doesn’t haunt my every waking moment.”

She bumps me with her hip. “But it works, doesn’t it?”

“It’s cruel.”

“So is torturing yourself over someone who proved that he’s not worth your time.”

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