Monday, October 28, 2013


Category: Upper MG 
Genre: SciFi
Word Count: 61,000

Pitch: When aliens abduct thirteen-year-old Gary, they give him telekinesis and demand his help with a series of impossible missions. Paired with a young alien trainer who can inherit Gary's ability through a bond, he uncovers clues suggesting they need him for more than just his ability. He’ll have to cooperate or leave their service in a body bag.

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why? Jean Grey from the X-Men is awesome because she's got strong telekinetic powers that she struggles with just like me. Sure smacking the school bully in the face with lime Jell-O is great, but it sucks when my power doesn't work like it's supposed to. 
Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)? Every kid dreams of having superpowers, but they never expect them to come from alien abductions or with the price of helping the aliens who gifted it. When the aliens demand Gary compete in simulated arena style battles and carry out impossible missions with his alien trainer, he learns to hone his ability in a unique way, by using music.

First 250 Words:
Walk the dog and stay out of trouble. Should have been easy enough. But the familiar prickle of hairs sticking up on the back of Gary's neck told him it wasn't that simple. Trouble always found him.
His mother's gaze from the living room window sent a shiver up his spine. A silent warning he knew all too well. He couldn't escape her radar. Her voice always echoed inside his head. Trying to drown it out, Gary grabbed for his earbuds and shoved them into his ears. Bobbing his head to the thundering drums and crashing guitars, he stepped in synch with the music.

Buster, his Golden Retriever, dragged Gary along as if on a mission. The dog stopped at a dimly lit street lamp near the end of the block, barked, and pulled hard on the leash. In an effort to hold him back, Gary grabbed Buster’s collar with his free hand.

“What is it, boy? What are you barking at?”

Gary looked around the darkening street. The dim lights reflected off the parked cars, but no one was outside. A brisk wind beat against his ears raising goose bumps on his skin. Nothing interrupted the continuous drumming of his music.

Following Buster’s gaze, he found the cause of the disturbance—white lights floating across the sky.  

“It’s just a plane. Come on.” He tried to yank the dog back toward the house. Buster planted his butt on the ground and whined.

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