Just when I begin to worry that the pounding rain on my Pacific Northwest roof may drive me mad, the Academy of American Poets sweeps in to soothe my spirit with National Poetry Month. It’s a
SATURDAY, April 8, 2017 10:30 AM – 12:30 PM Second Saturdays Writing Program at Woodinville Library 17105 Avondale Road NE, Woodinville How do you hook readers to ensure they don’t put your novel back on the
I was reading a recent Goodreads Young Adult Newsletter when this cover caught my eye. More specifically, a word caught my eye: GIRL. Katie Bayerl’s book, A PSALM FOR LOST GIRLS, looks great. It’s already on
I am writing to thank you. Not just broadly for Snap Judgement and The Moth and the late, great Vinyl Cafe. No, I want to thank you specifically for your contribution to my work as a
SATURDAY, MARCH 11, 2017 10:30 AM – 12:30 PM Second Saturdays Writing Program at Woodinville Library 17105 Avondale Road NE, Woodinville What does it mean when an agent of editor requests a synopsis? What do you
In the last few weeks, I have read two novels about cults: EDEN WEST by Pete Hautman and THIS SIDE OF SALVATION by Jeri Smith-Ready. I then revisited Jennifer Matthieu’s DEVOTED. After reading this thematic group
Six years into my journey as a “published YA author,” I have accomplished the following: BOOK-WISE Published a “quiet” debut novel, AUDITION, 2011. Worked myself to the bone blog-touring, live-touring and otherwise promoting AUDITION. Paid my
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 11, 2017 10:30 AM – 12:30 PM Second Saturdays Writing Program at Woodinville Library 17105 Avondale Road NE, Woodinville The elephant in the room. The element that unites character, setting and voice to move
Has your New Year’s Resolution energy faded? Maybe you’re feeling swamped, stuck, overwhelmed, sick of the bleak winter twilight? Is your daily word count dwindling down to the double-digits? You are not alone. I’m with you!
“An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.” ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium