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Can You Hit A Perfect Pitch? Blogfest

Title: What Evie Saw

Genre: MG Historical

Word Count: 55,000

Pitch: A famous bootlegger, a rescued horse, and a schoolteacher who isn’t as mild mannered as everyone thinks. Evie Harrison is the only one who can sort it out — if she could just convince the grown-ups to believe her.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

The wind was blowing, and I`d gotten chilled from the walk home from
school, so I’d taken my book into the parlor and curled up in the patch of
sunlight on the hardwood floor, up against the back of the big leather
chair that had been Father’s. The sun was so warm that by the time the
door opened, I was nearly asleep.

“Please, come in and have a seat.” Della was using her grown up voice, and
it made me start awake.

“Thank you.” The voice was deep and male and familiar, but my sleepy brain
couldn’t place it. Father’s chair moved behind me.

The door opened again. “I brought you young people some tea.” Mrs. Rich
announced in her formal, housekeeper voice. I heard the tray placed on the
table, and Mrs. Rich’s footsteps as she left.

Tea cups rattled as Della poured tea. She must be nervous; usually she was
more careful. “Cream or sugar, Mr. Jamison?”

 

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Posted by on January 15, 2012 in writing

 

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Can We Guess Your Character’s Age?

UPDATE  – I placed second! I’m SO excited for my edit by Gabriela Lessa, such a great learning opportunity!

Brenda Drake is running a very fun blog contest, and while I didn’t find out about it in time to participate in the critiquing/blog roll portion, I did enter the first 250 words of WHAT EVIE SAW and found out today that I’m a semi-finalist! The idea was to see if the judges (and other blog readers) could guess your main character’s age based only on the first 250 words, and I’m SO happy to find out they could! The idea of writing a first person voice for a character Evie’s age kept me up at night more than few times before (and after) I started this story.

Since I didn’t get my butt in gear in time for the blog tour part of the contest, I decided to post it now. Feel free to guess on Evie’s age if you’d like!

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

The wind was blowing, and I`d gotten chilled from the walk home from
school, so I’d taken my book into the parlor and curled up in the patch of
sunlight on the hardwood floor, up against the back of the big leather
chair that had been Father’s. The sun was so warm that by the time the
door opened, I was nearly asleep.

“Please, come in and have a seat.” Della was using her grown up voice, and
it made me start awake.

“Thank you.” The voice was deep and male and familiar, but my sleepy brain
couldn’t place it. Father’s chair moved behind me.

The door opened again. “I brought you young people some tea.” Mrs. Rich
announced in her formal, housekeeper voice. I heard the tray placed on the
table, and Mrs. Rich’s footsteps as she left.

Tea cups rattled as Della poured tea. She must be nervous; usually she was
more careful. “Cream or sugar, Mr. Jamison?”

I froze. My mind raced as I tried to think of an incident that would bring
Mr. Jamison to our house after school. Nothing had happened out of the
ordinary today – yesterday I’d taken Martha Rose’s new hat, just to teach
her a lesson, but Mr. Jamison had spied me and made me give it back
straight away.

“Just a little cream, please, Miss Harrison.” He didn’t sound upset about
anything. He’d talked to Aunt Tess last time he’d come, after I’d slugged
James O’Neil for his smart mouth. My legs ached from being bent for too
long, but I didn’t dare move them and have my skirts rustle.

The winners will be announced in the next few days … I’ve already gotten a lot of value out of the contest, but I’d sure love to win one of those professional edits, too! 😉

 
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Posted by on December 12, 2011 in writing

 

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