Friday, November 26, 2010

I did it with four days to spare!

I just finished my first full length young adult, sci-fi novel.  Now I need to seriously revise it.  Then I need to sleep.  I thank you all for your support.  I hope my critique group is ready for all of the homework comming their way!  On another note, my book give away is also ending in four days so don't forget to enter.  It is for the graphic novel, Blood Song.  If you bring a friend I'll let you enter twice!

 Here is a snippet of my unedited novel.  It is titled "The Shifters"  dadadaaaaa.


When I got to my room I was the only one there.  I had taken the most risky but shortest route back so I wasn’t surprised.  First thing I did was call my parents. 
A groggy voice answered and I winced knowing I had woken them up.  As I spat out my story I began packing a backpack.  I was getting out of here.
“Halina? What on earth are you calling for?  It’s 1:30!”
“Sorry Mom, it’s an emergency!  Remember what you said about Spencer?  He wasn’t the only student who has disappeared!  There are more...”  I stopped.  There was someone out in the hallway.  Thank goodness someone else made it back.  The door knob turned...
“Halina what are you saying?  Is it not safe for you?  Halina?”  I could hear my mom’s voice in the receiver, but I had pulled the phone away from my ear and dropped it on the bed.  The person at the door was not one of my friends.  It was a man in a long black cloak.  It was Principal Arter.
 ***
I backed up until my legs hit the side of my bed.  The window was open and seemed to be my only escape.  If I could only get around the bed before...
“Miss Pawlak.  It seems you’re in a heep of trouble young lady.”  Arter’s jowls shook ,  his huge lips protruding over his long teeth.  His hands were hidden in his cloak.  He could be holding anything under there; pointing anything at me.  “Where are the others? Mr. Hassan, Mr. Peters, Miss Kurauchi and Miss Thatcher?”
“I don’t know...” I side stepped the foot of the bed, then froze as three more hooded figured blocked the door.  An unknown voice rose from beneath a hood,” We have secured Miss Kurauchi.”
“Excellent.”
No!  Not Jan!  I tried to keep my composure.  Then I remembered the plug in my pocket.  The plug I wasn’t supposed to use except in an emergency.  I had told my mom it was an emergency.  My mom!  Was she still on the line?  The principal grabbed my arm so I started yelling at the phone.
“Mom!  They’re kidnapping me!  Send Help!”   Arter ‘s eyes bugged out and he realeased me to dash to the phone.  He grabbed it off the bed to hang it up.  This was my chance.  I plunged forward grabbing the edge of the window sill.  I shoved my head though the opening and came face to face with Yusef as he was climbing up the trellis.  I almost kissed him, he was so close. He knew the trouble I was in and silently mouthed my name.   I shook my head warning him to remain quiet.  If I hadn’t stalled I could have made it out, but hands grabbed my legs pulled me backwards.  I strained to keep hold of the ledge.  Yusef grabbed my arms trying to pull me towards him.
“No!” I shouted, looking into his fearful eyes.  I wasn’t going to let him get caught too.  Someone had to escape to tell our parents; to put a stop to this.  Yusef squeezed his eyes shut but he did not let go.  I was being ripped in half.
“Miss Pawlak!” Arter was growling, ”Let go immedeatly!”
Yusef remained quietly struggling.  He looked desperate to help me.
“Let go...” I winced.  His footing on the trellis was slipping.  He lost his grip and fell to the ground. My hands holding the window sill tore the muscles in my fingers until I had to let go.  I was dragged backwards by my legs onto the floor.  ...  dadadaaa 

Friday, November 19, 2010

Response to CBC

CBC RadioOne recently had an arguement against the purpose of National Novel Writing Month. I thought you might want the perspective from an author who is participating in NANoWriMo.  This is  the first year I am participating and it will be the first novel that I have completed.  If it wasn't for NaNoWriMo it would have taken me another year to finnish.  I have taken this goal very seriously.  In preparation I have read over 100 books, and done multiple plot outlines.  When I am finnished I expect it will take me a year to complete the editing process.  It is very clear to me that a book written in such haste will need tonnes of revamping and polishing before it is submitted.  the NaNo program has been nothing but a good influence to me.
In response to the problem of too many writters and not enough readers, You said that 86% of people say they would like to write a novel while only a mear 60% of people have actually read a novel in the last year.  I think that survey was a bit tainted.  You can't include the 86 % of people who INTEND on writing if you don't also include people who INTEND on reading a book.  I'm sure that number would be around 99%.   If an author writes, but doesn't read then they most likely aren't going to get published.  If I can read 100 books to every one that I write, I can't see how the supply is not meeting the demand.  Maybe we could start a National Novel Reading Month for those of you who have never tried it.
You said writing is a waste of time because 30 days of writing could only produce crap.  I could be wasting my time, it's true, but I feel amazed and proud of my great accomplishment.  Is that how you feel when you waste your time?
yours truely, keep an eye out for my debut novel, Halli Lilburn

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

My first Publication!




I am happy to announce that three of my poems will appear in the winter issue of the grey sparrow journal.
It doesn't come out until January, but I'm just so excited that I couldn't wait to tell you all. From now on I can call myself a published author. Yeah!