Laying TANGO to Rest and What Comes Next

After a lot of time and consideration, I've decided to shelve THE AGE OF NEVER GROWING OLD. Though I did not exhaust my list of potential agents, the feedback I received from everyone largely amounted to 'it's a good story, but I don't know how to sell it.' Which, when I think about it, isn't that much of a surprise. While dystopian novels are selling really well in the YA market, an adult dystopian/sci-fi/romance blend is a bit of a challenge. And because I don't plan to write any more adult books, it just doesn't make sense for my debut novel to be one meant for a market I don't plan to participate in.

So I'm moving on! Lately I've been unsure as to what my next project should be, but I've finally made a decision. No more waffling between ideas, or questioning what I'm doing. I've been considering this project for a few months now, and decided it was time to run with it.

And run with it I have. Since Friday, I've accumulated nearly 16,000 words and am going strong. If I want to start querying again, I need to have a novel to do so. And to have a novel, I have to write it. I'm hoping to crank out the first draft by the end of the year, and at this rate, it just might happen! Hopefully I'll be querying again by late spring, so keep your fingers crossed, everyone!

Since it's (almost) Teaser Tuesday, but I don't want to jinx myself, I thought I'd share some info about my WIP instead.

- It's a dystopian YA.

- It's set in the very near future. About a hundred years or so.

- The U.S. flag is no longer red, white and blue. It's black and red, and has a latin phrase on it.

- There are some strong parallels to THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK, one of my favorite books as a kid.

- My least favorite month of the year makes an appearance.

- My obsession with collages also makes an appearance.

I suspect you'll get a snippet once I've gone back and done some editing. Stay tuned!

OH! ALSO!

I am officially remaining an intern at Elaine P. English for the spring semester. Happy day!

New WIP: SCARRED

I have issues. I worked myself to the bone over my thesis, and I'm still proud of what I wrote. I still love it, and I still want to see it on a shelf someday. There is no question about that. At the same time, I've discovered just how much my writing's grown over the last year. The process of writing and revising TANGO taught me a lot about how I write, and how to self-edit better. For those things along, I'm incredibly thankful.

That being said, the last few months have been rough, writing-wise. Usually I've got a handful of ideas to pick from, but ever since I finished TANGO, I haven't had a direction to go in. One idea sounded good, then turned out to be a disaster. Then two weeks ago I got an idea for WHEN THE WORLD STOPPED (which I'm still writing. I think.), which holds a lot of promise. I've never outlined a story before, but I made some pretty good plans for that one, which means I have direction, and one I know is solid. After three months, I finally had something to write again.

Then last night I had this crazy dream. It spanned an entire storyline, and when I woke up, I knew what I had to do. It was one of those rare moments of inspiration where you know you have a story to tell. I can't remember everything about the dream, but I have bits and pieces, and an overall feeling, which, for me, tends to work pretty well. I've always been more of a write-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of gal, so this piece is right up my alley. Granted, I haven't written YA in a long, long time, so it's a little strange to go back. However, I spent the afternoon working through part of the first chapter of this new story, SCARRED, and I'm pretty happy with it. So I thought I'd leave you guys with a little teaser. Keep in mind, this is a really rough first draft, and I'm sick, but I like it anyway, oddly enough! Which is really all I can ask for at this point.

Do any of you guys have this problem? Aka, the too-many-ideas-to-pick-from problem?

A long, sorrowful howl drifted in through the open window, sending a rattling chill down my spine. It echoed across the field behind our house, hanging in the air like a speck of dust that just wouldn’t settle. The rest of the night was eerily still; even the crickets had stopped their tinkling song. The owl that lived in our barn was silent, the leaves on the old oak didn’t rustle, and the usual sounds that filled our house at night were strangely absent. The floorboards didn’t creak, and the foundation refused to settle. Everything was just… still.

Quiet.

Foreboding.

Rolling onto my side, I pulled my comforter to my chin and blew out a shaky breath. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something felt, well, not right. The air around me seemed electrified, causing the hair on my arms to stand on end. My heart thrummed in my chest at an unusual pace, and even though the world was silent, my ears were buzzing. I felt lightheaded, my entire body tingling as if prodded by a thousand tiny ice picks. I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead, expecting it to be warm. Instead, it came away cold and clammy.

Maybe I could call in sick today. I was so close to graduating - what was one missed day of school? I hadn’t been absent since my surgery last spring. I think I was entitled to one day that was free of high school gossip and the stares that followed me everywhere I went. Over the last twelve months, I’d come to realize just how bad some of the kids in school had it. Teenagers could be ruthless.

Pulling my blanket tighter around me, I tried to focus. Even if I weren’t going to school, I’d still like to catch a few more hours of shuteye. Last night’s dreams had been haunted by fangs and dizzying howls, and waking up to find that some elements of my dream had followed me into the world of the living wasn’t very comforting. I strained my ears for any signs of life in the house. Dad was away on business, but the loud snores that usually came from my brother’s room were missing. He hadn’t been coming home lately, so that wasn’t really a surprise. Still, I’d expected to hear something from my parents’ room, or my sister’s. But the longer I waited, the more oppressive the silence grew.

Maybe if I just close my eyes, I thought, I’ll fall asleep. I’d tried counting sheep before, and that never helped. Neither did warm milk, or sleep aids. It’s like I was meant to be an insomniac, or something. No matter what I did, sleep was nothing more than a passing phase that never lasted as long as I’d have liked.

Outside, the wolf released its mournful sound again. Curiosity got the best of me, and I crawled from my bed to pull back the thin curtains covering the window. A cool breeze caressed my face as I pressed it against the screen. Squinting into the night, it didn’t take long to spot the wolf hovering at the edge of the field. Its snowy fur stood out against the dark treeline that bordered our yard. I’d seen him before, heard his cry. It haunted my dreams and was the reason I hardly slept anymore.

I touched my cheek. He was the reason I couldn’t feel it.