Thanks to everyone who entered my Rafflecopter giveaway for a signed paperback of the First Time for Everything anthology. This was my first try using Rafflecopter, and it worked out pretty well. Hopefully I’ll have reason to use it again sometime soon. 🙂
Tomorrow I plan to bring a copy to my local library. I get get all squishy inside thinking about my story on the shelf where anyone can pick it up and read it, even if they can’t afford to buy an ebook.
Click on the banner to visit Harmony Ink’s page about the anthology–complete with all buy links to all the cool ebook distributors!
I’m taking a week off from snippetting, but didn’t want to ignore this blog because RL is being demanding. This is a cool vid sponsored by one of my favorite organizations–The Trevor Project. It’s relevant to “It’s Not Our Fault” too, which is a bonus.
See you next weekend!
I have a big project due Saturday, and after that I plan to collapse with my face pointed toward the television and watch whatever my daughter slaps up on the screen before preparing for Wednesday’s presentation and next Saturday’s final exam. After that I should have a shiny new degree and two awards to go with it!
I’ll be back as soon as I can with snippets, and more cool stuff, but at the moment all I have the spoons for are the bare necessities. So I leave you with a song. (The Jungle Book has always been my favorite Disney movie, so I might pop back in and leave another one…I always loved King Louie.)
Enjoy your weekend!
Okay, I thought I was going to give up on my dream of being a YA author for a while. I have a lot going on already—school, my adult fiction, an upcoming legal internship—so it seemed like the thing to do. But I keep coming back to the truth: I want to write fiction that gives the Bs a voice. And not only bisexuals who end the book in an opposite-sex relationship, because that’s just not our reality. We’re not mono-sexual and our stories should reflect that.
I also want to write fiction from a female point of view—at least part of the time. That’s where I started, and, well, I happen to like girls. Ladies. Young Women. Whatever you call yourself. Gals have some great stories to tell, I just have to listen.
If I really want to do this I have to pick myself up, dust myself off, and do it. One rejection isn’t the end of the world, or even a sign that the story I submitted isn’t good. It just didn’t work for that publisher. So, as a famous editor scrawled on many of my manuscripts back in the Dark Ages before the internet: Onward!
It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but I’m going to put this blog on hiatus. My YA novel was rejected, and to be honest I don’t really have the time to do justice to two pen names/genres right now. Hopefully, that won’t always be the case because I love YA fiction and have a few stories to share.
I’d like to thank everyone who visited and commented—you’re much appreciated. I’ll still partake in WeWriWa and Snippet Sunday under my Romance pen name, which won’t be listed here because the younger crowd can find adult Romances just fine without my help.
All the best!
One of my resolutions for 2014 was to have more fun. This was fun — hope you agree!
I’m glad Lee Wind included it in his 2013 wrap-up post, because I’d forgotten all about it.
My goals for the coming year are simple: write more, and have more fun!
I look forward to sharing the next 365 days with you!
This will eventually be my blog. I’m Charli Green and I write speculative fiction for the YA crowd. I could go on about who I am and what I plan to do, but I’d rather work on my novel so I have something a little more interesting to share. For now, I’ll leave you with a little about it and a little about me.
The book doesn’t have a title yet, but it takes place in the early years of the 22nd Century, in a small city outside Portland, Oregon. One little medical discovery about 100 years earlier changed a lot for some people, and this is the story of one 16 year old girl and her family, who get caught in the middle. It has action and romance and I hope to share it with you in 2014.
I live in Portland, Oregon and I’m writing this story because it’s something I would’ve loved to read when I was in my teens. I’m one of the Bs, and hardly ever saw myself in the pages of a book without squinting and reading between the lines–and I read a LOT.