I'm planning on querying agents soon and would like another set of eyes on my submission material. My novel is a YA fantasy inspired by The Wizard of Oz. If you're interested in swapping, please DM me.
Here are my first 250 words:
I never thought I’d die for something as boring as a glue stick.
“Dude.” I dragged the word out, despite not being a stoner, skater or surfer. If anything, I was a sci-fi geek, but we, as a people, didn’t really have an official word. Maybe just a scream of unadulterated joy at the release of a new movie or a shocked gasp at a revelation in a TV episode. But my Duuude was meant to soften the blow that would come next. “We’re going to have to go outside.”
Kate glanced at me from where she sat on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. Her fingers tightened around the paper she held, a baby-blue poster board we were attempting to decorate. “Eww, why?”
I twisted the cylindrical glue stick in my hand, pushing the tube of adhesive up and revealing nothing more than a scraped-away layer of beige.
“Aurelia.” Kate adjusted the pink-framed glasses on her nose, giving me an unobstructed view into her blue eyes. She said my name like Mom did when I did something to make her disappointed. Over the last month, I’d heard that tone weekly, whenever Max called home and I told Mom I was too busy to say hello.
“I know, I know,” I said, tossing the glue stick on my bed. “But don’t worry, we’ll get this done and ace the presentation tomorrow. There’s a craft store a five minute drive from here. I’d say let’s walk, but it looks gross outside."
Submission Package Critique for YA Fantasy (Query, First Chapter and Synopsis)
Here are my first 250 words:
I never thought I’d die for something as boring as a glue stick.
“Dude.” I dragged the word out, despite not being a stoner, skater or surfer. If anything, I was a sci-fi geek, but we, as a people, didn’t really have an official word. Maybe just a scream of unadulterated joy at the release of a new movie or a shocked gasp at a revelation in a TV episode. But my Duuude was meant to soften the blow that would come next. “We’re going to have to go outside.”
Kate glanced at me from where she sat on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. Her fingers tightened around the paper she held, a baby-blue poster board we were attempting to decorate. “Eww, why?”
I twisted the cylindrical glue stick in my hand, pushing the tube of adhesive up and revealing nothing more than a scraped-away layer of beige.
“Aurelia.” Kate adjusted the pink-framed glasses on her nose, giving me an unobstructed view into her blue eyes. She said my name like Mom did when I did something to make her disappointed. Over the last month, I’d heard that tone weekly, whenever Max called home and I told Mom I was too busy to say hello.
“I know, I know,” I said, tossing the glue stick on my bed. “But don’t worry, we’ll get this done and ace the presentation tomorrow. There’s a craft store a five minute drive from here. I’d say let’s walk, but it looks gross outside."
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