Sunday, August 30, 2015


WHOA, I totally forgot about this until just now. Hey, one post a week-- I've done worse, right?

Anyway. Today's post will be an acrostic. Enjoy!

Stay Tuned, by Barbara Corcoran

Impulse, by Ellen Hopkins

Lord of the Rings, by J.R.R. Tolkien

Voyage on the Great Titanic (Dear America). by Ellen Emerson White

Everlost, by Neal Shusterman

Rebel Angels, by Libba Bray

Tune in next week for Sangre Sunday!

Sunday, August 23, 2015


WHOAmygosh, I almost forgot about Sssunday!

My apologies, friends. Today's word is SABOTAGE, so I'm giving you my favorite book where sabotage is used.

...and it is...


Honestly, I'll take pretty much any opportunity to tell you to read the Iliad. 

Tune in next week for (a hopefully longer) SILVER Sunday!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Writing Wednesday

Today's discussion is going to be about editing feelings! 

It will be brief, because I am exhausted.

Generally, when I start editing a manuscript, my initial feeling is as follows:

This is true pretty much every time. 

When I actually get to work, it gets a little more complicated. Usually it's a combination of:


...lots of crying. (Am I kidding? You'll never know.)

Then, it starts coming together, and it's like a miracle!

The ships are perfect.

The characters are flawless.




You begin to question writing at all.

Eventually, you come to terms with it, and it's all as good as it's ever going to be. 

Have a great night!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Safety Sunday!

I'm not sure how long this will last (since I came up with it ten seconds ago) but I'm going to start a Sunday post where I use a different "S" word as my theme each week. Let's see how it goes!

Today's word is SAFETY, so I'm going to give you some rules for book safety.

1. Keep a firm grip on your books when carrying them around so as to avoid them falling on your feet.

2. Keep a firm grip on your books when reading them lying on your back so as to avoid them falling on your face.

3. Keep a firm grip on your books (sorry for the repeats, but this is a major issue) when shelving so as to avoid knocking an entire shelf of books down on yourself.

4. Treat papercuts immediately. They seem like no big deal, but if they get infected, you will hate yourself for it.

5. For heaven's sake, turn on a light when you are reading in the dark! Wow, we get it, you're soooo cool that you don't need a light. Spoiler alert: you DO. Don't ruin your eyes out of a misplaced sense of pride.

6. Unless you have superhuman peripheral vision like I do because I'm from the moon (long story), do NOT read while walking down the street. There exist such things as cars, poles, fire hydrants, and other people.

Tune in next week for SABOTAGE Sunday!

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Mini Blog Tour: Tor Maddox Trilogy by Liz Coley

About Liz Coley:

Liz Coley’s internationally best-selling psychological thriller Pretty Girl-13 has been published in 12 languages on 5 continents and has been recognized by the American Library Association on two select lists for 2014 including Best Fiction for Young Adults.

The new Tor Maddox series, including prequel short story Disarmed, and three novels Unleashed, Embedded, and Mistaken represents “the lighter side” of Liz.

Liz’s other publications include alternate history/time travel/romance Out of Xibalba. Her short fiction has appeared in Cosmos Magazine and numerous anthologies.

Liz lives in Ohio, where she is surrounded by a fantastic community of writers, beaten regularly by better tennis players, uplifted by her choir, supported by her husband, teased by her teenaged daughter, cheered from afar by her two older sons, and adorned with hair by her cats Tiger, Pippin, and Merry.

INTRODUCING Tor Maddox, a heroine for our times

“I know that one day, I’m going to have to live in the real world. I’d like it to be a decent one.” - Tor

Book I Tor Maddox: Unleashed

When sixteen-year old Torrance Olivia Maddox, self-confessed news junkie, figures out that the mysterious and deadly New Flu is being spread by dogs, she has one question—if the danger is that obvious to her, why hasn’t the government revealed the truth and taken action?

Her search for the answer will take her farther than she ever imagined. But then again, she never imagined that man’s best friend could become public enemy number one, that men in black might show up in her cozy suburban neighborhood, that she’d spend her sixteenth birthday as a teenaged runaway, and that her effort to save one dog would become a mission to save them all.

Book 2 Tor Maddox: Embedded

Life has been way too quiet for Tor Maddox since her fifteen minutes of CNN fame. Then agent-in-training Rick Turner reappears with what sounds like a simple assignment—to embed herself as his eyes and ears in her own high school. When she agrees to keep tabs on high school state swim champ Hamilton Parker for the Feds, she is plunged into the deep end of a sinister plot. Knowing that freedom, justice, and lives are at stake again, Tor jumps in feet first, but has she gotten in over her head this time?

When observe and report becomes kiss and tell, Tor’s first mission may blow up in her face.

Book 3 Tor Maddox: Mistaken

Grab a flotation device and welcome aboard for more shenanigans, villainy, and romance.

Eight leotards and a ball gown—that’s what Tor Maddox packed for her summer ballet intensive in New York. Pity she never arrived. Kidnapped once by the good guys and once by the bad ones, Tor finds herself involved in a high seas adventure featuring princesses and pirates, a wedding ring, and the guy she thought she’d never be allowed to see again, junior man-in-black Rick Turner.

Tor’s employee ID badge promises: “Your Fantasy Starts Here.” It couldn’t be more mistaken.

Scenes from a Life: The Fossil Site

When I was two and he was four, he threw rocks at me. Not very hard, and not very well. By the time I was seven, we were best buddies, in separate schools, but on weekends inseparable. At ten he moved far away, and we became loyal pen pals bordering on boyfriend-girlfriend at a very safe distance. And by thirteen, our starter romance had splintered (see SFAL: The Bet). The magical years I spent with Bruce were the seven to nine years for me (nine to eleven for him), and we were bound by boy things—cap guns, Creepy Crawlers baked in a Mattel Thingmaker, comic books, monster movies, and dinosaur dreams.

I imagine the girls of today (not to mention the parents) watching our past freedom through a timescope would shudder. They would see me walk alone, age seven, over a mile to my friend’s house and home again—alive and unkidnapped. They would see me and Bruce collecting the gunpowder out of a roll of caps and heating it with a magnifying glass until it exploded. They would see me climbing to the top of a thirty-foot tree without knee pads or helmet or safety line to read a Peanuts comic book. They would see us baking a liquid plastic goop in an electrically heated metal mold (without adult supervision) to make lizards, spiders, and skeletons—some deliciously and incredibly edible (and therefore eaten). They would see us head off, alone, armed only with toothbrushes, to a nearby park and head through the sagebrush down into a secluded canyon, along the dried streambed, through the licorice plantation (our name for the wild fennel), and up the face of the sheer sandstone cliff hiding ancient scallops—the Fossil Site.

While we perched and scraped carefully at the edges of shells to free them, we dreamed of finding a dinosaur femur. Then the whole skeleton. We imagined fame. And what we would call our find. Of course, the cliff face was from a long ago sea, so our odds of finding land-based dinos were rather long. Then we talked about the Saturday Morning Monster movies we loved—Them,  Zontar Thing from Venus, and of course the Godzilla movies. And that led to a weird moment of truth as we recalled one particular movie scene—the reunion of Adult and Baby Godzilla, arms stick straight out and waving as they embraced with happy roars. Bruce and I were moved to recreate the scene, arms flapping and reaching for each other. Suddenly, from the canyon rim, we heard laughs. We’d been seen by some other kids. We both blushed bright red at the idea that they might think we were actually hugging each other.

For all our freedoms, the one we didn’t have was that of expressing affection openly. Girls couldn’t hug each other for reasons that were never mentioned aloud. Boys and girls couldn’t hug unless they were “going together.” And no one said, “I love you” unless a proposal of marriage was sure to follow. We had the freedom to play, wander, invent, discover, build, destroy, help ourselves, hurt ourselves, and throw ourselves into danger. We lacked the freedom to show and share what was in our hearts. It’s a new world, and we are fossils.

The Giveaway:

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Top Ten Tuesday: Authors I've Read The Most Books From

Ooooooooooooooooooh, this is a good one! Wow. Okay.

1. Margaret Peterson Haddix  (The entire Shadow Children series as well as about six or seven others)

2. Lemony Snicket  (A Series of Unfortunate Events is a pretty long series)

3. J.K. Rowling  (Just the Harry Potter series so far)

4. Libba Bray  (The Gemma Doyle trilogy, as well as three of her other books)

5. Stephen King  (Hahahahahaha, I have no idea how many. SO many. I like my horror. It's double digits, though)

6. Scott Westerfeld  (Um... The Midnighters series, Peeps+, and the Uglies series. I have Afterworlds, but I haven't read it yet... whoops)

7. Cassandra Clare  (TMI and TID)

8. Kathryn Lasky  (She wrote a bunch of Dear America and Royal Diaries books, of which I've read, I think, eight)

9. Dean Koontz  (See the Stephen King entry... I like scary books, and my dad already had them)

10. Lois Lowry  (Seven? And I've just realized she wrote a Dear America book that I've never heard of! What?! How did this happen?)

Honorable Mentions (I've read so many of their anthologies, they have to "sort of" count)

11. Edgar Allan Poe

12. Shakespeare

Monday, August 10, 2015

Music Monday: Tape deck woes

Today's Music Monday isn't about a playlist or a song. Today's post is a little bit of freaking out.


I had a little truck for a while, but it died, and I've been vehicle-less since about May. That should give you a little bit of an idea how excited I am that I have a car.

I've named her Felicity, but that's not the point of today's post-- it's just so that in the future, if I mention Felicity, I can point at this post and go, "Nuh-uh, I totally told you all that Felicity is my car. I was SO clear." SO anyway.

Felicity is older, so there is no cd player. There is a tape deck.

I don't know if y'all have noticed, but it's 2015. I don't HAVE any cassette tapes.
(That was a lie. I've just remembered that I have one from my thirteenth birthday. It has "Barbie Girl", "Girls Just Want to Have Fun", and "It's My Party" on it.)

So, today I have a request for you all. I want to know what your best suggestion is for a cassette source!

I have NO IDEA where to get cassette tapes. I can scour thrift shops, but in my experience, I haven't run into many tape sections at the ones I frequent.


Apparently, now I do. Or at least, I will once I get some.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

PPLYA Fest Pictures!

Woo! I remembered to make a post before midnight! I'm pretty excited.

Me with Erin and Mia on the way there!


All the books I had signed at the event + book plates for the Doon series (I don't actually have those)

All the authors being silly

Those are all the pictures I took on my phone, but it gives you at least a general idea, haha. 

Saturday, August 1, 2015

PPLYA Fest!!!!!!!!

What? You're probably thinking. Another post? So soon? Is she back? The answer is... sort of.
I'm trying to be. Only time will tell.

Last weekend, I went to Pickerington, Ohio with The BookNut and M from M&Em Reads for the Pickerington Public Library YA Author Fest. It was pretty exciting, and all-around killer.

We got off to a somewhat rocky start, as we were late (curse you, Ohio construction traffic!) but it turned out okay.

We went to two author panels, Suckerpunch Reads and Twice-Told Tales. There were also two sessions for signings/face-to-face meetings with authors!

It was considerably smaller than the last book fest I went to in Rochester, but that was way alright by me. I prefer smaller groups of people, and I only had to step out once when it got super crowded in the field house. (I'm not sure you can call it a field house if it's in the school building, Pickerington, but I'll let it slide.)

I got SO MUCH cool swag and SEVEN books signed, and I will post pictures tomorrow if I don't forget. (Oh gosh, please don't let me forget-- I'll feel terrible. It's already been a week!)

Now I need to go be a writer, so I will have something to say on Wednesday.

Goodnight, all.

Wow, I'm terrible.

I'm a bad blogger. I know. You know. We all know.


I started my new job a month ago, and it's been great! Unfortunately, the transition has involved a migraine, a messed up sleep schedule, and a minor sunburn.

I'm hoping that I've now adjusted, and I can get back (somewhat) to normal.

Don't expect to start seeing posts every single day again, because I'm not sure how long it will take me to get back up to speed, but do expect something more than the same post from a month ago next time you check in!