Oooohh, it's been too long since I've blogged.
I could wax poetic about my fabulous time at the 2014 SCBWI Winter Conference in NYC (highlights: Writer's roundtable at the plot intensives with author/editor Jill Santopolo from Philomel; hearing the inspirational, funny, honest Kate Messner speak twice—once at the plot intensives, once as the conference keynote speaker; eating cupcakes w/ fellow Pitch Warriors Laura Shoven and Casey Lyall; laughing til tears rolled down my cheeks listening to the hilarious Jack Gantos speak—esp. his commentary on the photo of his childhood bedroom)... but many other bloggers have already covered that weekend so well.
Instead, I'm going to share a snapshot of the first pitch I ever wrote. For the first novel I ever wrote (well, I completed only twelve chapters, but, hey, that was half the novel!). When I have more time, I will give more details 'cause I KNOW this snippet will whet the collective appetite. So, without further ado:
Comments are welcome, but please be kind—I was eleven years old when I wrote this.
Hopefully, my pitch skills have impoved.