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Remember that contest I posted about a while back?  The one where you can win a kindle or a nook?

Winners were announced the other day, and one of the people I referred won, which meant I got one too!  Having said that I would never get an e-reader for myself because I love the feel of book so much, and the look of a bookshelf full of them, I’ll be getting my 3G Kindle Touch tomorrow.  What this basically means is that it will be easier for me to carry books around at work and my travels (I love traveling). And that I will have more access to those books designated as “classics”. Those ones are generally free on Amazon.

What this means for you is that I’ll likely be doing more book reviews of all sorts of books (and updating my shelves at leftthemap.com   See what I did there?  Shameless plug). And I’ll probably do a review on my Kindle itself once I’ve gotten it and have played with it a bit.


In related Kindle news, Battery Pack is at number 95 out of 500 for most downloaded ABNA excerpt.  Either that means I have a lot of friends or people like it that much.  Either way, exciting.

I’m also working on getting Lover’s Requiem self published again.  All I need right now is a summary, which I’m pretty bad at writing.  So this could take awhile.  But I’ll post here when it’s available for downloading.

In one last shameless plug, leftthemap has forums now.  Go talk about your favorite book, get in an argument with someone about why your favorite book is better…you know, the general internet stuff.  Seriously, go check it out.


Battery Pack Excerpt and Reviews

So, this is going to be a very long post this morning.  It will contain the excerpt of Battery Pack and then the reviews on it by “Expert Reviewers” at Amazon.  I’ll finish it off with a copy to my page on Amazon where you can download and write your own reviews on it.  I would appreciate any reviews you want to leave here or there (especially there, as it looks like there might be judging based on customer feedback one round), but don’t feel like you have to.  And what you see here is exactly what Amazon got for this part of the contest too.

Battery Pack Excerpt:

I had never been so glad to be a part of SSMS as I was when I got off the plane at Frankfurt International Airport. We were ushered quickly from gate to private room as we waited for a taxi to arrive.  I was thankful that Jim and I didn’t need to use the train.  I had caught sight of it on our way over and had seen the crush of people with luggage that were cramming themselves into each car. Even with my arms, hands, and most of my face covered, there was still a chance that I could come into contact with one of them without meaning for it to happen.

And people and I do not mix well when that happens.

That was why Jim was along as my Battery.  So I didn’t need to go near others in case Bad Things started to happen.  It was the first time we had spent more than a five minute car ride together though, and even on the short plane ride from Scotland to Frankfurt, Germany, he was already beginning to get on my nerves with constant questions, comments, and things that he noticed.  With his arms covered in tattoos, I had hoped that he would draw attention off of me as we traveled.  But no one was allowed to NOT pay any mind to a woman who was almost completely covered from head to toe.

Still, once off the plane and into our room, I was able to unwind the scarf from around the lower half of my face and finally relax the muscles that had been held taut through the two hour flight while I was arm to arm with Jim and the window.

He had been good to switch seats with me once he saw that I was otherwise going to be sitting between two people.

The air was cooler to breathe once the scarf was off and I debated taking off my leather gloves as well while we waited, but ultimately decided against it.  If our taxi came soon, I didn’t want to have much to put back on.  I could wait until we got to our more permanent rooms in Heidelberg before I put on my non-traveling clothes.

“You alright Elle?” Jim asked my, voice rough from use prior to his induction into the SSMS as a Battery.  I didn’t know what he had done before joining with us, but it had to be something that involved yelling or screaming.  Maybe he had been a boss of some sort before the Readers had found him and tested him and brought him into the organization as a replacement…no, not a replacement.  There would never be a replacement for Aaron.

I nodded, a sigh making its way out.  “I will be.  Just…hate flying. Too many people in too close an area. It’s impossible to avoid touching them.”

He made to put a hand on my arm, but then quickly remembered who he was with.  He settled what, for him, was a look of compassion instead, something that looked strange on a 6’5” tattooed man who was build like an all-pro linebacker. “You don’t need to…” He waved a hand about for a moment, letting that finish his question for him.  Poor guy wasn’t comfortable saying what he was here for yet.  It wasn’t like I would have minded him coming into contact with me.  It was going to need to happen eventually, no matter how hard he and I both tried to put it off. Not for the first time, I wondered why I had been paired with an inexperienced and untested Battery.

It was another in a long list of differences from my last Battery, Aaron.  He had been a good kid, and I still felt incredibly guilty whenever I thought about what had happened to him. Readers told me that there was nothing I could have done, that it was what they were there for. But every time I replayed it in my mind, I saw something different.  A sign that I had missed that could have saved him. It was my fault that he was…

If I hadn’t been so careless with what I was doing, with what I had done to him after a Working that I had been forced to do in order to…No.  I had done what had needed to be done to finish the job SSMS has given us. I couldn’t let myself forget that.
I shivered slightly at the memory even though the room was warm and forced it out of my mind.  I had told the Readers at SSMS that I was over it and, for the most part, I was.  But there were some nights when I just couldn’t escape from those memories and found them replaying in my mind until I was sure that if I had done just one thing differently, it all would have worked out. Doubt was powerful.

“Fraulein Malone?” The hesitant voice that came from a short man at the door broke me out of my thoughts and out of the memory path that I was already beginning to walk down.  “Yours…and Herr Mottershead’s taxi is here,” he continued.  His English was hesitant and heavily accented.  I wasn’t sure if it was because he wasn’t used to seeing a woman dressed in long pants, sleeves, gloves and a scarf and hat in the mid April spring season or if he was just that uncomfortable speaking the language that wasn’t his mother tongue.

I wound the scarf back around my face and grabbed the duffel bag and backpack that I had dropped by my chair when I had sat down. Throwing them over my shoulder as I stood, I noticed Jim doing the same with his and we followed the airport worker out of the private lounge and to the taxi stand.

My life in New York had trained me to taxi rides and had conditioned me to expect small, yellow four doors with little trunk space and a driver insane enough to tempt Manhattan traffic in the height of rush hour in order to get you to where you wanted to go with five minutes to spare.  And often times breaking laws of physics and probably magic in order to do so.  I had expected a car like this for the ride to Heidelberg from Frankfurt International Airport and was not looking forward to spending an hour in cramped confines once again. The few hours in the plane had been more than enough for me.

I was wonderfully surprised when I saw what looked like an elongated blue van waiting there for me, and a man who wanted to take our luggage from us in order to throw it into the back before strapping it down.  It had made my day even more when he told me that we would be the only ones riding in it, which wasn’t normally how it worked, but that our business had paid for an express route that would get us there with no stops to drop off other passengers.

Like I said, there were times that I was glad I was with SSMS.  Even though the hours sucked and I rarely managed to spend more than a week a year at my apartment in lower Manhattan, the travel was always worth it.  I didn’t often get a chance to see a lot of whatever country or state I was sent to, but when I did manage to play tourist, I enjoyed it, for the most part.

Some days I thought that it might have even made the nightmares worth it too.

The Autobahn wasn’t as bad as the stories had led me to believe it was.  People were generally responsible drivers and only ever went 20 over the limit through the construction instead of the 40 or so they would have been doing back in the States.  There were only two lanes of traffic going in each direction, a right lane for driving in and a left lane for passing.  A lot of people did driving in the left lane too, but that was because they were heading past us.  Only at twice the speed of sound or so though, so it wasn’t a big worry.

Castles dotted the countryside and I remembered the old joke I had been told once when I was younger, before I knew that I needed to have a Battery.  “Everyone in Europe can have their own castle,” was what my great aunt Margo had told me before I had taken a school trip there.  While she was exaggerating, the number of castles, towers, and buildings from the Middle Ages that we passed by on the way to Heidelberg were enough that I could have believed that there might have been a grain of truth to that tale had the population not been as large.

Jim was snoring slightly next to me, the early morning flight finally getting to him.  He had passed out about 5 miles from the airport and the driver and I had been treated with a symphony of his grunts, wheezes and mumbled words as he dreamed on beside me.  Some of what he said made me wonder before I realized he was probably just repeating what he had recently finished learning from training sessions with SSMS. I had talked for months in my sleep about ghosts, Underworld and magic after training.  He had been partnered with me only a day and a half before we were sent off to Heidelberg, which didn’t give me a lot of time to get to know him.  The Readers had offered to let me read the file they had created on him during the interview process, but I didn’t want to go into his private life that much. It didn’t seem right to me to be able to read another’s thoughts on paper, even if they had agreed to it in the first place.

The radio was on quietly on the background and I strained to hear it before I remembered that there wasn’t much of a chance that I would be able to understand much of anything that would be on it.  While I had taken a few years of German back in high school days, not much of it had stuck with me in the intervening ten years since graduation and I could now only remember the bare minimums of grammar and vocab.

It was probably enough to get me beers, bathrooms, and the occasional brat.

At least I wouldn’t go thirsty or die of starvation.

The thought to follow Jim into sleep crossed my mind, but I knew that any sleep I was able to get in a van would be spotty at best and wouldn’t be worth the effort.  I grabbed at the file folder in my backpack and began to read it over once more. Most of the information on the case that we were being sent on I had long ago memorized.  There were, of course, ghosts in Heidelberg, as there were in any old city.  The problem came when they were starting to get bolder than the average ghost and begin to terrorize the people living in “their” building. Not a lot was known about the situation there, only that it had started with no warning and for no reason that anyone could tell.  There were reports of possessions, evil spirits, pranks and poltergeists, none of which were good things for those of us who were supposed to keep the paranormal world a secret from the rest of society.

There were several different accounts of this happening in various places throughout the city.  The University Library was one, the Student Cafeteria in what had been barracks when the castle has been in use was another.  What the locals called Die Hexenturm, or the Witch’s Tower, was a place that was apparently full of them and when I read the history of the place again, it wasn’t hard to see why.  It had been build in 1392 and housed women and ‘witches’ before, during and occasionally after their trial to see if they truly were the magic users and devil worshippers they were accused of being.  It passed to the ownership of the University of Heidelberg and now almost no one is allowed inside of it.  The official reasoning is that they want to preserve the building as it is and keep it as a memorial to World War One victims and fallen soldiers.  It was the only structure from the original building of the city to survive the attacks by World War One and Two soldiers, Napoleon and his Army, various other wars, floods, fires, storms and other such things.  Historians loved the place.

But with the amount of people who were held in it, who saw their last sunrise and sunset through the high windows at the top of the tower, there was little wonder that it was full of vengeful ghosts.  I was pretty certain that was the unofficial reason for not letting anyone inside after a few nasty things happened to the people who went inside.  There weren’t details on those, but I could guess the standard injuries that came from haunted places.

By far the biggest hot spot was the Nazi Amphitheater built on top of the Heiligenberg to the north of the city.  Near it were also Celtic ruins from the fifth century BC, the ruins of a Monastery from the 800s AD, and Roman ruins from the early 40s AD.  It had been a religious magnet, apparently, since the Celtic times, if stories were to be believed, and people still went up to the Amphitheater on May Eve, Walpurgis Night,  to go to a giant bonfire, drumming, fire dancers and drinking. It was little wonder that there was a great deal of energy about the place.

We wouldn’t know for sure what was causing it until we managed to get there though.  If it was ghosts, we should be able to get through to them and find out what was causing them all to stir up.

If it wasn’t…well, then we would get a hold of SSMS and find out what we were supposed to do with that.  But I was really holding out for ghosts.  It had been a while since I had had to deal with a simple haunting and I was looking forward to something that I could do in my sleep and not need to drain a Battery afterwards to recover.

I did not want another Portland on my hands.

I wasn’t sure that I would be able to take it if something like that happened again.
We were dropped off a few blocks walk from where our apartment was due to construction on the road that was normally used to get to that complex. We walked slowly through the late morning streets of Heidelberg.  Hauptstrasse, the main street through town, was cobblestone, uneven, rough on shoes and made walking without bumping into people difficult.  I let Jim lead the way, using his height and appearance as a way to push through the crowd and following in the wake he left behind.

We passed by a number of small shops and cafes on our way down the street from University Square, including an antique book seller that gave me chills as we walked past the open doors.  It was another place that I was adding to my list of things we would need to look at while we were here.  The five blocks to the apartment that SSMS had rented for us ended up taking a good 15 minutes to walk due to trying to avoid the large groups of tourists that seemed to appear out of nowhere and then disappear just as fast.  For reasons I couldn’t begin to fathom, a large amount of them were Japanese tourists, speaking rapidly in their language as they snapped pictures of buildings and even other tourists and locals.  There was one tour group that was half blind, and I couldn’t help but give a small laugh as I tried to wrap my head around just why they were showing the architecture of one of the few medieval cities to completely survive the Second World War to a group of blind people.

I bet they had really good imaginations.

There was a pizzeria as we turned a left and the smells coming out of it were heavenly to both Jim and I. “Mind if we stop by here after we get settled in,” he asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t see why not.  It looks like there might be a few smaller tables in there that we could find a seat at.”

He gave another look at the pizzeria before huffing out a long sigh and kept walking.  The streets were far emptier on this side alley between roads and we were able to walk next to one another.  “Is it…hard to not be around people so much?” he asked me, breaking the silence that had been around us.

“You get used to it after a while, I guess.  A good Battery makes it less lonely too.  Someone to talk to as well as support you during Workings means that there’s a lot of trust between the Mage and their Battery.  And well, they’re always there too,” I told him, refusing to think about Aaron.

Jim raised an eyebrow at my comments.  “You’re saying we’re dogs then?”  I looked up sharply, craning my neck a bit in order to meet his green eyes. I was worried that I had upset him with my words, but the smile showed, I hoped, that he knew he was joking.  “Relax, Elle.  You need to lighten up some.  You’re far too serious all the time.  You’re twenty eight, for christsake.  And travel around the world.  I bet you’ve never done anything touristy ever.”

“Jim,” I warned him.  “Drop it. Now.”  Just when I had been starting to warm up to the man, he had to go and put his foot in his mouth with what I should or shouldn’t do. I pushed ahead of him, feeling a jolt even through my layers of clothes as my arm brushed past his.  For a moment, I got lost in the feeling of pleasure that it induced.  Swirls of emotions filled me and breathing became easier as I felt as though I was floating above the ground for my next few steps.

As soon as the little contact between us ended, the high that I felt was rapidly disappearing and my mind fell back to me, crashing to the cobblestones beneath my feet.  A quick look behind me showed that Jim had the same look of rapture on his face, though it too was fading fast.  I focused on my breathing and forced myself to calm down and to bring myself back into the here and now so I didn’t feel light-headed for the rest of the day. So that I could concentrate and not feel as though the energy addiction all Mages had was going to control me.

Shifting the duffel bag on my shoulder and the backpack on my other, I began to walk again, quickly moving towards where our apartment was.

The apartment was up one flight of stairs, but because of the fact that the ground floor is labeled as “ground floor” in Germany, we were still technically on the first floor here. Our names, Eleanor Malone and William Jameson Mottershead, were on a slip of paper taped to the door along with the key to the mail box below.  I tore it down as we walked inside, crumpling the paper into a small ball.  Neither of us really liked our full names.

It was small, two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen and a “living area” that was more of a hallway than anything that was worth living in.  The previous tenants had apparently left some of their belongings behind and there was a couch sitting in the kitchen taking the place of two chairs. Thankfully, there were two more besides the couch, so I least I could choose those if I felt like actually being upright while I ate. A small bathroom with a shower that I could barely fit in with a shower head that moved up and down on a rail (and didn’t seem to stay where you put it for long when I tried it out) rounded out the place that we would be staying in for the next few days or weeks that we were here.

I went for one of the bedrooms as soon as I had unlocked the door and closed it behind me, my mind still on the burst of energy that had hit me.  While getting high from it wasn’t at all uncommon for Mages, it was the first time I could ever remember that I had gotten that level of energy through two layers of clothes and the slightest touch.  Even with Aaron, I had to touch bare skin on skin in order to initiate a recharge after a Working. And I had never gotten high off of it before, or at least not at this level. I wasn’t sure why he was so much stronger.

I stripped off my travel clothes as I continued working through events in my head, trying to see if there was anything different in Jim that wasn’t there for Aaron.  The only thing there was, I realized, was the fact that I had never drained anyone when I was with my first Battery.  Perhaps now that I had, it made it easier and quicker to get the energy addiction back?

It was something to ask Petunia about next time I was at a SSMS building.

My windbreaker and sweatshirt I hung in the wardrobe that was in the corner while the laptop I had carried along was slid out of its case and placed on the center of the desk.  The room wasn’t overly large, but it certainly was roomy for the amount of furniture that it had in it.  The bookshelf was already full of Minor Working supplies like candles, salt and matches, and books. I was pretty sure that the previous owners wouldn’t have had all of it, so SSMS must have been in here at one point to stock it.  While I wasn’t one that often worked with Minor Workings, it was still nice to know it was all there if I was to need it.

It looked like they were planning on turning this place into one of the many safe houses they had all around the world. But there were a few final things to do to it before I felt that I was safe enough in it to sleep at night without Dreamwalking on purpose around the city.
Since draining another, there were more times than not now that I found myself wandering places in my dreams, especially when I felt I was running low. It was as though my body was telling me that if I wasn’t going to keep it charged, it would charge itself for me. In a strange place full of ghosts of unknown power, it didn’t seem the brightest plan.

I pulled four stones out of my pocket–red, green, yellow and blue–and put one on each side of the room.  North was green, east yellow, red went to the south and blue was set on a small shelf on the west side of the room.  I focused for a moment and felt for the siren’s song within me that marked where my stored energy was, where it was singing for me to use it from.  I had it in my hands within moments and whispered “the webbing is drawn” before tossing the energy out and towards the stones.

The wards immediately popped into place around the room and I felt psychic shields surround them a moment later.  The pressure from the city’s life and bustle around me faded quickly until I felt a calm wash over me that came only when I was out of the way of all the people.  Breathing came easier to me and I turned back to my bag to unpack the rest of my belongings I had brought with.

There was a mirror on the wall across from the wardrobe that I caught sight of myself in as I moved around and I stopped to make sure that I still looked alright after the flight, taxi ride, and walk to the building.  My blonde hair was a bit windblown perhaps, but the bob-style cut made the strands out of place look like I had spent hours achieving that look instead of a 15 minute walk.  At least the eyeliner hadn’t smudged around my green eyes when I had rubbed at them earlier on the plane.

knock knock

“Elle?  You ready to head back out?”

“Just…gimme a bit of time, Jim,” I all but snapped back.  I could feel my energy levels lower from the Minor Working of wards and shields and it was already making me cranky not being up to where I was used to being.  I knew that I would need to recharge from him eventually, but I had plans to hold out for as long as possible before I had to.  And even then, I would struggle to draw only a bare minimum from him.

I had made a promise to myself after Aaron that I would never come close to draining anyone again.  No one deserved a fate like that.  And even Batteries needed time to recharge.

“I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready then,” he told me through the door and I could hear bootsteps as he walked away from me.

I felt like a bitch, but I also knew I needed a bit more time to recover from being around what was essentially food for me before I went back out into it again.

Maybe I could try being nicer to Jim, I thought guiltily.  I was his first Mage after all, and he had never even known he could have been a Battery until SSMS had taken him from wherever the hell he had been prior to me.

I had known Aaron was a recent graduate with a degree in linguistics.

Did I really not care that much about my Battery that I was not willing to get to know him?

My thoughts drifted back to some of the other Mages I had seen at one of the main offices for SSMS in Edinburgh.  They walked around like they owned the place, Batteries three paces behind and heads down, spirits broken.  I had always sworn to myself that I would never become like one of them.

And since Portland…

Even the Readers there had mentioned that they were seeing signs of me closing off.  Damn. Was I really going down that road?

“Now is not the time for this, Elle,” I muttered darkly before slamming the door to the wardrobe shut and stalking out into the kitchen where Jim was waiting, his own copy of the file I had been reading in the van in hand.  “Okay.  I’m good.”

Huh.  Jim wore reading glasses.

I suppose I had seen stranger things than tattooed men wearing tiny Walgreens style glasses.


ABNA Expert Reviewer

What is the strongest aspect of this excerpt?

Interesting characters. Intriguing enough to make me want to continue reading.

What aspect needs the most work?

The idea of a battery has been done before, so that part was not all that original.

What is your overall opinion of this excerpt?

Could be a fun story. Good characterization and interesting enough story.

ABNA Expert Reviewer

What is the strongest aspect of this excerpt?

Elle is a mage and Jim is her battery. Things are getting bad in Heidleberg and ghosts are getting active. Jim seems to be a backup source of power and while she has not used him she is aware that she might have to drain and kill him in a power fight.

What aspect needs the most work?

Where is some backstory on the ghosts and what is going on? Is everyone in the country magic or is being a mage a new and different thing. How long has the fight with the ghosts gone on.

What is your overall opinion of this excerpt?

Very interesting, full of potential, really draws you into the story, Elle seems a very lonely young woman, alone and without friends. Looking forward to reading further in this story.

Finally, the link to me on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Battery-Pack-2012-Entry-ebook/dp/B007GEJ7CK/ref=br_lf_m_1000778871_1_10_ttl?ie=UTF8&s=digital-text&pf_rd_p=1353712382&pf_rd_s=center-2&pf_rd_t=1401&pf_rd_i=1000778871&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_r=1BEXWMT38WVGDCAVGJ1F

So, thoughts, comments, ideas?


There can’t be a better name for this post right now.

I meant to post yesterday, regaling all of you with tales for my birthday weekend and a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert. Or how I finished reading the Darkover novel after pushing myself to do so (it’s currently looking for a new home if anyone wants it?).

Or tell you about this new book that I finally got around to reading called One for the Money by Janet Evonovich.

But I was tired from my weekend, so I went to sleep instead.

I’m glad now I did, because I have SO much better news to share.

Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award put out the list of the Quarter-Finalists today. Both myself and my friend E.M. Verhalen made it through again. Neither she nor I are completely sure of how this happened, seeing as how both of us really threw stuff together at the last minute and decided to enter.   But made it we did.

This was judged on the excerpt of your novel that you provided at entry, the first 3,000 – 5,000 words. If there is any inclination, I’ll happily post that excerpt here for anyone who wants to read it.  I’ll also post the reviews I supposedly got during this section of the contest but have yet to see.


So…yeah.  Give me until tomorrow to get the brain back in order and I’ll do a proper review of One For the Money aside from “it’s good, go read it!”

Off to go be boggled now…

Writing Pitches

One of the parts of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest is writing a pitch for your novel.

This, I have discovered, is incredibly hard.

A pitch isn’t just a summary, though it often includes one.  It will talk about how a book will be received by an audience, about the world development and growth of characters through the plot.  Tiny tidbits of information needs to be revealed without giving anything away.  This is how you sell your book, and it’s not just with a back cover blurb.

I was lucky that I had friends willing to help me with this.  The first helped me to hash out what exactly a pitch needed to be about, and included examples of what a Pitch was versus a Summary.

The second sat with me for two hours on AIM as we flung ideas back and forth and word vomited until our brainstorm lead to something that MIGHT work.  Refining that took more time, but in eventuality, it all worked out and I have a tight pitch.

Let’s go over what I wrote line by line to see what makes a good pitch–or at least what I think makes a good pitch.

A mage is only as good as their battery. And this battery is built like an all-pro linebacker, is covered in tattoos, and wears Walgreens Reading glasses.

The first lines of the pitch should be a hook, something to draw your readers in.  Grab their attention, confuse them a bit by giving some information, but not all.  In these sentences, I introduce Mages and Batteries, but don’t explain what they are.  Interested yet?

Untrusting after losing her last Battery, even the glasses aren’t enough to make SSMS Mage Eleanor “Elle” Malone warm up to this new one.

While this sentence is still considered part of the hook, it is also a place where the main character is introduced.  By making her name the first proper one we see, it’s clear that she is important.

The two are sent to Heidelberg to find out what is driving ghosts to become more active and far more powerful than they should be.  With time running short, Elle is forced to come to grips with the draining of her last Battery, and find out what this new source of ghostly power is.

Because somehow, the Demon Lords might be coming back.

Here’s where the summary sits.  Note there’s not a lot about it, but rather, just a basic overview.  Get too wordy, and the person reading the pitch won’t want to read.  They’ll already have all the information they might want from just the summary you sent them.  Give enough details in the summary to make it clear what you are writing about, but leave out enough that you still have a story to tell. This is a delicate balance to strike, and one I’m still working on myself.

Told thorough a first person narrative, Battery Pack takes the ghost stories of Heidelberg and puts a more modern spin on them. Using Elle’s thoughts and eyes, Battery Pack recreates the feeling of living history in a place as centered in reality as it is in the Fantastic.

Here’s where we get into the meat of what the book is like.  Is it fantasy or reality?  History or mystery? Third person, first person, or some other type of writing, such as a journal style. Talk about what the book does, how it is written. In my case, I talk about how the modern world is mixed with the old stories that a city from the Middle Ages would have.  There’s a lot of research that might go into a book taking place in a real city, don’t be afraid to let people know you did it.

Elle’s badass sarcasm and masked vulnerability makes her story relatable to fans of authors like Jim Butcher and Caitlin Kittridge.

Comparing your book with authors that write in the same genre as yours is a great way to get people to be interested.  “Oh, I like Jim Butcher, maybe I’ll like a book like his.”  There are so many times where I’ll pick up a book from an author I have never heard of simply because of a phrase like this. It might not be the best plan in all cases though.  Don’t make it into a matter of prid.  “The next JK Rowling” is a prideful statement, and not something easily proven. It makes you seem  high and mighty, which is not something you want when trying to publish.

A fresh look at magic, a mission that goes south, ghosts and history make Battery Pack an adventure that will keep readers engaged until their flashlight batteries go out.

Finish up with one last overview of the high points of your novel.  Think of it as a laundry list of what you have that others don’t.  Can you fit in a pun, or a reminder of times when reading after dark were an every night. occurrence?  All the better.  Don’t force this ending.  Let it flow and sound right.  I kept trying to insert “the author’s own experiences in the city…” and other lines like that.  But they never fit, and ruined how the lines worked together.  So I took them out. It looks better for having been done.


Now, I am by no means an expert in pitches.  This is just my own discovery on what works for me and what I like.  But there are experts out there.  one of the best resources I can think of is http://queryshark.blogspot.com/.  Written BY someone who works with queries and pitches on a daily basis, it’s a great resource.

Batteries, Heidelberg, and Amazon

I had issues coming up with what to write about today, I will admit. I’m also sounding like Yoda, which is never a good start for my mental process. Or a good sign.

So rather than try to write something insightful about writing, I thought I would share a snippet of 2011’s NaNoWriMo with you and share a contest that I do believe a good portion of people would be interested in.  First, the novel…

It’s from the novel entitled Battery Pack and takes place in our modern world, in Germany.  Heidelberg, to be exact.  The idea for this tale came about two days before November 1st, but I knew it was one that I wanted to set in Heidelberg.  Having spent 6 months living there, it was a city I felt I could portray well in a book.   Not only were landmarks an important part to get correct, but also small nuances, like how people react to non-Germans, or how shop-keepers respond to customers.  Even tourists play a part in the overarching feeling of a city.

These are all things to get right in a book that takes place in a real world time period and place, or people will get the feeling that something is off, even if they aren’t sure what.  This excerpt shows, I hope, a little insight into what Heidelberg is like.

After a stop off at the apothecary museum within the castle walls itself and a purchase of utterly pointless but amusing “Smile Pills” (Guaranteed to make you smile!), I headed out of Heidelberg Castle.  Taking the roadway this time, I  came across a park that had a slide that went from one level of switchbacks to the other.  With a grin and a shout of glee at the discovery, I took a trip down it, and nearly fell flat to my arse at the end. After climbing a complicated rigging of walkways, ropes and ladders three more times, I grew serious again, trying to figure out what was going on after catching the top of the Heiligenberg at the edges of my vision.

Guiltily, I started back down the mountain, the going easier than I had expected, though it was still hard to keep an even gait at some points. I came to Hauptstrasse at one of the large open areas and I paused for a moment, looking at what had once been a marketplace.  The Church of the Holy Ghost had stalls all around it, though they were selling souvenirs rather than grain, fruits, or fish. The City Hall was still where it had been centuries ago, even if the building wasn’t that old itself.

Heidelberg was a town of living history.

I wondered how people could live in a place full of constant reminders of the past and not only recognize them, but celebrate them as well.  There were so many times that I would want to change something that had happened, my choices regarding Beelzebub being but one. “Maybe” and “what if” was a word that haunted me, and something that I tried to hold off through the day until the last second before I went to sleep when it tried to consume me.

I bought an ice cream for eighty cents to distract me from my macabre thoughts and wandered until I eventually made my way back to the student cafeteria almost directly on the river.  Jim was seated on a picnic table outside, sipping a glass bottle of soda through a straw.  “Find out anything?” I asked him as I took a seat across from him.

Everything that relates to Heidelberg in those paragraphs are true, but none of them are clearly spelled out.  There are no clear cut, spoon-fed instances of what exactly something looks like, but it’s enough to give a feeling of what it might be. The nuances, I think, are what make it though.   A glass soda bottle, something not often found here in the states.  A church’s name and souvenir stalls, but no time taken to describe what they look like.  A quick nod to city hall, missing steps going down a mountain…  they all speak of landscapes and people without coming out and saying it.

I guess my setting in this tale is more that of experiences patched together to create a quilt than pictures cut up out of a magazine to make a collage.


For my news, Amazon is putting on their yearly contest: the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award.  There are two categories in which you can enter your over 50,000 word novel, and a winner comes from each.  The winner gets 15,000 and a publishing contract with Penguin books, a pretty nice deal if I say so.  I tried it last year, but didn’t make it past the first round. But you do get a letter (okay…email) if you don’t make it past, which basically equates to a rejection letter.  And everyone knows that you can be a real author after you start getting rejection letters!

Entries start being accepted on January 23rd, so start editing and polishing them now!  If you want to read rules, regulations, and what makes up an entry, take a click here: https://www.createspace.com/abna?ref=478921&utm_id=5957