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New Book Trailer! (because I’m bored)

So instead of catching up with the work hours I still need to finish for December, I instead decided to spend the morning making a new book trailer for Imminent Danger!

I really need to get my priorities straightened out.

Anyway, here’s the new trailer! It’s considerably more chill than the last one, and while it sadly doesn’t feature a soundtrack reminiscent of an adult video, I feel it is still worth a watch.

Maybe if this whole author thing doesn’t work out I can pursue a career as a maker of extremely low-budget book trailers …

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Presenting … the first-ever excerpt from my novel!

I was originally going to write this post about my resolutions for the upcoming year, but then I thought, “Damn it, Michelle, your blogging compatriots deserve more! What are you, a man or a machete?” Since I am neither, I immediately dismissed that thought.

But then I had another thought. And that thought was to post an excerpt from Imminent Danger. Since my new thought didn’t involve any gender changes or sharp objects, I decided to roll with it. The novel will be published at some point in January, after all, so what better day to release the first-ever excerpt than New Year’s Day?

Therefore, without any further ado, I present to you Chapter 1 of Imminent Danger And How to Fly Straight into It.

Fasten your seatbelts. And forgive the lack of indents, as WordPress formatting tools live to bewilder and perplex me.

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“Personally, I think the existence of extraterrestrial beings is a scientific improbability. Just because there’s life on Earth doesn’t mean there’s life on other planets. Until we find evidence that aliens do exist, I think we’re wasting time and energy searching for something that’s probably not even there.”

Folding her speaking notes closed, Eris stared out at her fellow students in the high school science classroom. If any of them had found her presentation particularly intriguing, it didn’t show. Most were too busy reviewing their own speaking notes in case Mr. Pingree decided to squeeze in one more presentation before the bell rang. The students who had already finished their presentations were staring out the window, texting under their desks, or sleeping.

Mr. Pingree crossed his arms and addressed the class. “Any thoughts? Eris raised some excellent points.”

He was met with silence.

“Come now,” the tweed-clad teacher cajoled, wiggling his eyebrows as if this lighthearted display could somehow inject life into his zombified audience. “Aliens, ladies and gentlemen! Little green men from Mars! UFOs! Someone must have an opinion.”

A boy in the back row raised his hand. “I don’t know about little green men,” he said, “but that blue chick from Avatar’s pretty hot.” His friends hooted their agreement and exchanged congratulatory high-fives.

Mr. Pingree apparently sensed that expecting intelligent class participation at such an early hour might be asking too much from his teenage students. “All right,” he sighed. “An excellent and thorough presentation, Eris. You may return to your seat.”

Eris smiled tightly at her teacher and hurried back to her desk. She disliked public speaking, especially when a misstep could make her the latest target of the formidable Barlow Collegiate gossip mill. Luckily for me, no one ever listens to class presentations, she thought.

She was out the door as soon as the bell rang, anxious to get back to her dorm and take the shower she had skipped that morning in favor of going over her presentation notes one last time. As she walked along one of the many pathways that crisscrossed the high school campus, she kept her head down and avoided all eye contact with her fellow students.

Once safely back in her dorm room, Eris finally started to relax. She spent a moment rummaging around for her toiletries and a towel and then locked her door and headed to the suite bathroom for a relaxing shower. But barely halfway through, the water switched from pleasantly warm to freezing cold. Eris frantically rinsed the conditioner from her long, dark brown hair. Then she wrenched off the faucet and jumped out of the shower.

Looking for her robe, Eris realized she had left it in her room. Silently berating herself, she took the towel she had brought to use as a turban for her wet hair and instead wrapped it around her body. Pressing the top of the towel firmly under her armpits, she gathered up her clothes and clutched them under one arm. With her soaking hair dripping down her back, she stepped out into the hallway.

A deep, male voice sounded from the common room, accompanied by female laughter. As Eris fumbled the key card from her bundle of clothes to unlock her door, she heard the voice say loudly, “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” This high-pitched voice with a slight British lilt belonged to Lisa Brightman, one of Eris’s roommates. Of the three girls who shared her suite, Eris found Lisa to be the most tolerable. The other two girls acted so vacuous that blonde jokes were remarkably close to doing them justice.

“The door,” said the young man. “Didn’t you say Mallory’s in class?”

“Well, she is …”

Heavy footsteps pounded on the floor as Lisa’s jock boyfriend, Josh Fisher, poked his head around the corner. “Yo, Mal, where were you last night? I thought we were gonna—whoa!”

Eris froze and blushed as the handsome rugby player gave her a once-over. His head jerked back toward the common room as he called out, “Babe! Who’s the naked chick?” Josh’s eyes returned to her towel-clad body.

The key card practically flew from Eris’s hand and plunged into the lock. Yanking the door open, she dove into the safety of her private room, the door slamming shut behind her.

“Lisa! You been holding out on me, babe?” Eris heard him yell, accompanied by the sound of receding footsteps. “Your roommate’s kinda hot!”

“So?” Lisa demanded.

“You said she was a nerd!”

Eris tried to glare daggers through the door. It didn’t work, of course. All it did was attract her attention to the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door. “How does being a nerd automatically make me unattractive?” she grumbled, eyeing her slim, admittedly less-than-luscious curves. “Maybe I don’t flaunt my body, but I’ve still got it where it counts.” She smoothed the towel down over her hips and sighed. “Keep telling yourself that, Eris.”

“I never said that!” Lisa’s shrill voice cried from the common room. “I said she never parties with us!”

And that makes me a nerd how? Eris thought.

“Fine, babe, whatever you say,” Josh said. Eris knew that the rugby player was right now raising his hands in surrender before her very persuasive roommate. Lisa was commonly referred to as “that smokin’ hot British chick,” and she generally got her way where boys were concerned.

Eris wished she had a fraction of Lisa’s natural good looks and poise. Growing up, Eris hadn’t been given the usual advice that other girls received from their mothers. Most mothers taught their daughters how to dress stylishly, how to wax their eyebrows, and how to wear makeup. But Ms. Miller, a divorced feminist entirely disillusioned with men, had always insisted that following fashion trends turned you into a mindless automaton, waxing was unnatural, and wearing makeup didn’t make you more attractive; it only made you look like you were wearing makeup.

Three years ago, when Eris had first set foot on the campus of Barlow Collegiate as a freshman, she’d had an unpleasant surprise. Not that middle school hadn’t been enough of an eye-opener, but in high school, looking good seemed to be an obsession—that, and getting drunk and high, but Eris’s mother had turned her off those as well. Eris had tried vodka at the only residence party she had ever attended but hadn’t liked the fuzzy-headed feeling it gave her. Drinking herself into a stupor had never struck Eris as particularly appealing.

It’s not that I mind not fitting in here, she reflected. Well, fine, of course I do. Who wouldn’t? But if fitting in means showing up to class stoned or going to the hospital for alcohol poisoning, I think I’ll pass.

She could still hear Josh and Lisa talking and laughing in the common room. To her dismay, Eris felt a familiar pang of longing. I wish someone would talk to me like that. He doesn’t have to be cool or handsome like Josh. Just a nice, sweet guy who would make me feel wanted.

She sighed. “Who am I kidding? I don’t have a chance, not with girls like Lisa around.” Eris grabbed the bottom edge of her towel, gave her mirror a practice curtsy, and then rolled her eyes. “Might as well wait for Prince Charming to appear out of thin air and sweep me off my feet, for all the good it’ll do me.”

She pulled on a pair of jeans, her favorite purple hoodie, and worn sneakers. Normally she had to wear the school uniform—a pleated green skirt and white shirt—but today was casual Friday. After a quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix her long hair into a ponytail, Eris gathered up her books, put on a coat, and hurried from the suite. Josh and Lisa barely glanced at her as she passed by.

Eris decided to take the elevator down to the ground floor even though the plodding old contraption was long past its prime. Although that will mean missing this month’s “art exhibition,” she thought. Last month, the stairwell had been splattered crimson from top to bottom, thanks to three seniors, a bottle of tequila, and a can of red paint.

When the elevator doors finally grated open, Eris stepped inside and pressed the M button. “Hold it!” a familiar voice called as the doors lumbered shut. Josh barreled into the elevator, book bag flung over his shoulder.

Feeling very awkward, Eris stared at her school bag while the elevator descended, avoiding eye contact with Josh. She wasn’t used to being alone and so close to an attractive member of the opposite sex. When something touched her arm, she was so startled she yelped and jumped away.

“Sorry!” Josh exclaimed, giving her a weird look. “I was just being friendly. Chill.”

Eris flushed and rubbed her forehead. “No, sorry, it was my fault. I’m not used to people touching me. Strangers, I mean.” Thank God I stopped myself from saying “boys.”

Josh chuckled. “Considering that I just saw you half-naked, I wouldn’t call us strangers.”

Eris’s jaw dropped. “What would you call us, then?

“I’m sure I could think of something.”

“I’m not entirely sure you could.”

Before he could respond, the elevator doors opened on the main floor and Eris rushed out. She wanted to be far away from Josh in case he ever figured out what she had meant.

She had ten minutes to get to Calculus, so she set off along the bustling, tree-lined pathway that led to the science building. Eris found something comforting about being lost in the flow of students—it made her feel like she belonged, and that was something that didn’t happen very often.

Just as Eris was passing the thick row of pine trees that lined the path near the science building, she felt suddenly uneasy. She stopped and looked around but could see nothing out of the ordinary. “Stop being so paranoid,” Eris muttered. She hoisted the book bag farther up her shoulder and continued walking.

A flash of movement among the pine trees startled her, and she stopped again. “Watch it!” a girl snapped, almost running into Eris.

“Sorry,” Eris mumbled and quickly stepped off the path.

Convinced there was something moving behind the pine trees, Eris tried to peer through the dense screen of green needles, but the morning sunlight was filtered by thick gray clouds, making it too dim to see. Probably just some idiot getting high before class, she decided, turning to resume her journey.

Suddenly, a large, blue, scaly, clawed hand darted out from among the trees and closed around Eris’s wrist. The hand gave a single tug, and before she could open her mouth to scream, she was yanked backward into the pines.

Terrified, Eris flailed her limbs and attempted to shriek, but a second scaly hand closed over her mouth, muffling the sound. Her survival instinct kicked in, and she lashed out, trying to struggle free of her captor by elbowing and kicking. Then a third hand wrapped around her torso to trap her arms, and a fourth and fifth grabbed her legs. A gang attack? Eris thought incredulously. And they’re all wearing … scaly gloves? What the hell?

A sixth hand tilted her head back, and a vial of glowing blue liquid descended toward her lips. Eris clamped her mouth shut, but her jaw went slack the instant the vial touched her. She could feel a disgusting fluid trickling down her throat. Her terror doubled when she realized her arms and legs were going numb. Seconds later, she was completely paralyzed.

Eris’s captor hissed, and then she felt someone pull the book bag off her shoulder. She tried to see who was attacking her, but there wasn’t enough light. All she could make out were several huge figures, easily seven or eight feet tall. It seemed as if there were far too many arms for the number of bodies, but Eris assumed that was just a trick of the shadows.

Her books were soon tossed aside. Her laptop was discarded as well, flung at the wall of the science building, where she heard it shatter. Just as the space bar flew through the air and landed at Eris’s feet, she began to feel the world spinning. That stuff they made me drink … must have … The words blurred in her mind as she lost the ability to form a coherent thought.

One of her assailants poked Eris’s paralyzed body and emitted a sound like that of a decompressing balloon—phhh … phhh … phhh.

Eris’s world went black.

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So there you have it! Sweet, innocent little Eris has been dragged into the trees and abducted by strange, scaly, malicious personages with a suspiciously high number of limbs. Whatever will happen to her next?

You’ll have to read my book to find out!

Mwahahahahahahaha.

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Happy End of the World!

Okay, not actually. But you were a little worried for a few days there, weren’t you? Admit it!

Since the world hasn’t ended, I guess it’s time to accept the fact that the apocalypse won’t conveniently excuse me from my responsibilities. Dang.

In my infinite wisdom, I’ve been lax on keeping up with work hours this week, which means that I’ll be spending most of the holiday catching up. Le sigh. Not quite the Christmas I’d imagined, but it’s my own fault, so I guess I can’t complain.

In other news, I’ve officially submitted my edits for the first proof round iUniverse sent me for Imminent Danger. This means that, once the design team gets done going through them and making all the changes (and believe me, there are many changes, especially to the cover design), they will send me a final proof copy. Hypothetically this “final” proof will have incorporated all my changes, which means I can sign off on it and then Imminent Danger will go to print! Woo!

So we’re still on track for the January 2013 release date, although Santa alone knows when in January that release will actually be. Still, considering that my tentative release date for the last six years has been “sometime”, narrowing it down to a month is pretty fantastic in my books.

But enough about me. I’m not sure how much blogging I’ll be getting done over the holiday, especially due to my excessive work overload. Therefore,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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It’s my birthday! + The Next Big Thing Award

First and most importantly, today is my birthday! Woooo! I turn 24 today, which kind of makes me wince, because I assumed I would be doing great things by my near-mid-twenties. That being said, I have a decent job, good friends, and my first book is nearly published, so I guess that’s not too shabby, right? Plus, sushi tonight! Sushi makes everything better.

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Right. Now that the main event is over, let’s move on to the other reason for this post: The Next Big Thing Award.

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When it rains, it pours, and I have been nominated for this award three times in the past week. So thank you to Mike Akin, The Living Notebook, and Mari Wells for the nominations!

Without further ado, I shall now answer the 10 Next Big Thing questions. Read at your peril.

1)  What is the working title of your novel?

Imminent Danger And How to Fly Straight into It

2)  Where did the idea for the novel come from?

I was taking an Astronomy class in my first year of university, and as I sat listening to my professor regurgitate the contents of our textbook, I thought to myself, “Wouldn’t it be funny if someone who didn’t believe in aliens got abducted by aliens?” Originally the main character was going to be a college Astronomy professor, but then I realized that I would far rather write about someone more my age (plus I have no idea what goes on in college professors’ heads), and thus Imminent Danger was born.

3)  What genre does your novel fall under?

Imminent Danger is YA sci-fi/humour/romance.

4)  Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

I imagine my characters with different faces every day, but here are my current (slightly impossible) picks:

Young Keanu as Varrin

Emma Watson as Eris

5)  What is the one sentence synopsis of your novel?

Abducted by aliens and stranded light-years from home, a teenage girl is rescued by a handsome mercenary who puts her planet, her life, and her heart in the clutches of imminent danger.

6)  Will your novel be self-published or represented by an agency?

Self-published all the way, baby!

7)  How long did it take to write the first draft of your manuscript?

I finished the first half-ish of the book during the 2006 NaNoWriMo, and then wrote the rest of it over the next six months. I then proceeded to revamp and revise it for approximately six years. I’m sensing a “6” theme here …

8)  What other novels would you compare this book to within your genre?

The humour in my novel is similar to The Princess Bride, and the feel of the story is very Star Wars.

9)  Who or what inspired you to write this novel?

As I said, my Astronomy teacher. Because he basically re-hashed everything we’d already read in our textbooks, I had lots of time in his classes to dream up the plot for Imminent Danger.

10)  What else about your novel might pique the reader’s interest?

Other than the fact that it’s awesome? Well, it has dashing space pirates, six-armed lizard men with an obsession for the colour blue, fluffy-haired gurus, laser-repellent monsters, spiffy spaceships, evil laboratories, sentient balls of light, and much more. It’s got romance, action, comedy, tragedy, danger (of the imminent variety), and a multitude of abductions. Oh yes, and did I mention it’s awesome?

Right! Now I’m supposed to nominate people. I hate this part, because there are so many awesome writers out there on WordPress that I don’t want to snub anyone by not nominating them. Ahhh, the pressure! Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. Everyone who gave editing suggestions on my recent post about Imminent Danger’s back cover text get nominated. Ready?

If I missed you, then my eternal apologies. I officially nominate you in my capacity as birthday girl.

Unrelated link of the day:

Fun with words:

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American vs. Canadian Grammar + Update on Imminent Danger!

We’ll start with the update, since that’s what I’m currently the most excited about. Approximately forty-seven seconds ago, I sent the newly-shortened, vastly-improved manuscript for Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It off to my iUniverse editorial consultant. She will send it on to the Return Evaluator, who will … evaluate it? The name is kind of self explanatory. Anyway, I should be getting the results of my return evaluation back within 7-10 business days.

If everything goes really well, the evaluator will love the new, shortened version, and be so impressed with my flawless grasp on English grammar that she’ll recommend me for publication and Editor’s Choice designation on the spot. In all likelihood, of course, she’ll probably find a few things for me to improve on, and recommend a professional copy-edit. But, as I’ve said before, I’m all right with that. I’m trying the iUniverse route this time, and although it might be expensive, I’m going to wait until I see the finished product before I start forming opinions.

So anyway, the book is finally moving forward, and I’m incredibly excited about that. Yay!

American vs. Canadian Grammar

I’m Canadian, and as such, I use Canadian spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Americans do not use Canadian spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Since I’ve struggled with the conversion, I thought I might share the fruits of my knowledge with you here. Some of the examples are direct Canadian-to-American issues, will some of the examples are just basic grammar know-how that I recently discovered I’ve been doing all wrong.

Alright

“Alright” is not a word. The correct usage is “All right”. Apparently “alright” was used a lot in the old days, but it’s fallen out of proper use now, and therefore we shouldn’t be using it. All right, everyone got that?

Punctuation in Quotation Marks

Consider the following example:

Janine raised her arms in a gesture that clearly meant “come hither”.

Check out the end of that phrase. In Canadian punctuation, that sentence is fine. The phrase “come hither” is self-contained, and the period goes outside the quotation marks. In American punctuation, however, you stick the period inside the quotation marks, as follows:

Robert’s face was screwed up, as if to say “I’ll kill you all with my bare teeth.”

God

I personally think this one is open to debate, but the American grammatical standard requires that the word “God” always be capitalized. Always. No exceptions. If you’re talking about multiple gods or goddesses, that’s all right. But if you are referring to one, all-knowing, all-seeing deity, you capitalize the name.

Oh

This one annoyed me. The basic rule of thumb is that any time you use the word “Oh” — as in “Oh, no!” — you have to put a comma after it. I think it looks silly. I think “Oh yeah!” reads much more smoothly than “Oh, yeah!”. But apparently that’s the standard, much as I am loathe to admit it.

Ellipsis

The ellipsis is, of course, the “…” in sentences. Here are some examples of incorrectly used ellipses:

“He’s so… gorgeous.”

“He’s so…gorgeous.”

In case that didn’t make it obvious, the problem here is the spacing. An ellipsis needs a space before and after. So, the sentence should properly read:

“He’s so … gorgeous.”

If you’ve been skipping the space before the ellipsis, like I’ve been doing, the new spacing is going to look weird. But it’s also the correct spacing, so get used to hitting that space bar!

In conclusion, grammar is annoying.

It occurs to me that only one of those examples actually had anything to do with differences between America and Canada. Oh, well.

Unrelated image of the day:

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I’ve finally submitted my manuscript!

This image has nothing to do with the post. I just like it because it’s awesome.

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official. I have finalized the manuscript for Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It. It is written, edited, revised, and submitted to iUniverse via their incredibly complex submission form.

So what does this mean?

Step One: Editorial Evaluation

To quote Rebekka, my iUniverse “Check-In Coordinator”:

Your project is now ready for its Editorial Evaluation. Your project will be assigned an Editorial Consultant and you should hear from them within 2 – 3 weeks (once your Editorial Evaluation is finished). It’s helpful for you to understand that the Editorial Evaluation is a general overview of your manuscript, which focuses on key industry-standard areas, based on your genre of book. Some of these might include: point of view, grammar, plot points, etc. At the end of the Editorial Evaluation, you will receive a 10-15 page form, which highlights areas of possible improvement in your manuscript and gives you pointers regarding how to make your manuscript more marketable.

Now, my hope *fingers crossed* is that there won’t be many suggested changes. I hope this because I have had approximately 15 people read the manuscript and made a zillion revisions based on their suggestions, so there really shouldn’t be all that much left in the book needing fixing.

Of course, these are professional editors reading the manuscript, so they’ll probably catch something or suggest something that my myriad proof readers missed. I’m cool with that. As long as they don’t tell me to “re-write the entire book” like one super-helpful reader did (*sarcasm*), I’m good.

While I wait for the Editorial Evaluation …

I bite my nails and hope it turns out well! No, seriously, I will probably get back to editing the sequel to Imminent Danger. When last I checked in on it, it was titled Interspecies Relationships and How to Make an Already Complicated Situation Worse. As that is somewhat of a mouthful, the title will be one of the first things I change.

My big thing with a sequel is making sure it’s as good (or nearly as good) as the first book. Because is there anything worse than reading a sub-par sequel to a book you love? Famine is worse, probably. Poverty. Child soldiers. Slavery. But you get my point!

And what is there in store for us, your loyal blog followers?

I just switched to “FAQ” mode. Whoops. Anyway, I really want to start posting excerpts from the book, which y’all may or may not read at your leisure. That won’t happen until the Editorial Evaluation gets back, however, so until then … expect pretty much the same. Random thoughts on writing, links to various photos/videos that probably no one but me enjoys, etc.

Woo!

Thanks, as always, for letting me ramble on. Speaking of Ramble On, that song has an entire verse about Lord of the Rings. Talk about awesome.

Right. So that’s my news, as well as my random link of the day. Happy Thursday!

PS: Can I even say PS in a blog? Right. Moving on. Does anyone have an opinion on vlogs? Good? Bad? Annoying? Would anyone watch an unknown author ramble about her publishing experience for 3-4 minutes? I won’t force you to watch any vlogs if you say yes.

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Which author photo should I use for my book?

Last week,  I partook in a photographic expedition with my best friend Rhiannon Barlow and my darling mother Linda Schneidereit. Our goal: to take a picture of me that looked more or less viewable by other human beings. The result: success! We think. You can be the judge.

We packed into mom’s car and drove onto the University of Western Ontario campus (where I went to school). Since parking is expensive, mom drove the car around, and whenever Rhia or I spotted a nice photo op location, we jumped out of the car, snapped a pic, then raced back to the car before we were pulled over for impeding traffic. I’m making it sound way more exciting than it was – there was literally no traffic on the roads.

Anyway, here are my top picks for which picture will serve as my Author Photo on the back of my soon-to-be-published début novel Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It. I’ll reveal them in order of ranking, with the bottom-most picture being the one I intend to go with. I’m submitting my “Submission package” (fitting name!) tomorrow, so any opinions you have on which pic to use should be opinioned by like 9 am tomorrow. That would be Eastern time, unless you’re a time traveller, in which case yesterday will be fine.

So, in third place … (drum roll please) …

Just kidding, there’s no way I’m using that one. I look like I’m about to kill someone.

In second place …

I really like that one. However, I’ve been told that I look too much like a super model (it was my mother who said that, which explains a lot), which apparently isn’t approachable? As in, you want your author to be someone you can relate to, not someone whose picture says, “I’m so pretty, look at me throw my hair back and sip martinis on a jet plane”.

And in first place …

So? Thoughts? Which one should I go with? My minions are opting for the last one (aka my #1 choice), but I’d love to hear your opinions. Alright, comments! Go!

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So close to submitting my manuscript!

You’ve been listening to me whine about how much I dislike editing for the past few weeks, but that’s all about to come to an end. Today I got my last proofread manuscript of Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It back, which means that I officially have a final manuscript to submit to iUniverse! Woooo! Final, that is, until they have their editors look it over and give me a whole list of changes to make. But let’s not think about that right now.

So the manuscript is good to go. I have some preliminary cover art from a friend of mine, and I need to get him to sign over the rights to me so I can actually use his design. My author photo shoot was last week on the University of Western Ontario campus — I’ll post a pic when I get them from my friend — so that’s taken care of. As near as I can tell, all I need is the author photo and the cover art rights contract, and I’m officially set to publish!

Man, this feels good. At the same time it’s terrifying, because I’ve read very mixed reviews of iUniverse. I’m mainly publishing with them because they can get my book into an actual brick and mortar store, but I still want the process to go as smoothly as possible. I’ve liked my interactions with them so far, so hopefully it will continue. Fingers crossed!

I guess the next step is to submit everything, then wait for the editorial review to come back. That’s supposed to take a few weeks to a month, so I’ll have time to kick back and get some actual, paying work done. Then they format the book, inside and out, turn it into an ebook, etc. etc., and then it’s PUBLICATION TIME! That won’t happen until about September, of course. But considering that I’ve been editing Imminent Danger for six years now, 3 months isn’t a heckuva long time to wait.

Wooo!

Update on my website troubles

Remember that list of questions I posted about how Justhost works from this post? I tagged Justhost in that post. The next day, I got a phone call from a Justhost representative. It turns out they actually monitor posts that Justhost is tagged in. Which at first I thought was kind of creepy, until the Justhost rep (Joshua) sent me a super-detailed list of answers to all the questions I posted on my blog. No strings attached, just a “We noticed you had some questions, so here are your answers trololol”. How awesome is that? Talk about customer service! Anyway, I’m really thrilled with Justhost so far, so thank you to Joshua and Justhost!

Game of Thrones Awesomeness:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rapo0h-RDnk

Warning: There’s some PG-13 stuff in that video, so don’t watch with your little ones in the room 🙂

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Book Editing Bash + Reality Show on Mars?


So I haven’t posted in a while because I am, once again, editing my novel Imminent Danger and How to Fly Straight into It. I had to drop everything for pretty much the entirety of last week in order to slog through the 120k words of the story. My deadline? Sunday, 4pm, because it was at that time that the first annual Book Editing Bash was set to commence. I know what you’re thinking — “Oh god, did she make it? Did she finish editing in time? The horror!” Stop panicking. I made it. You can relax.

My good friend Kaleigh printed off nine spiral-bound copies of the book for me, and I then had a handful of friends over to my apartment for the Book Editing Bash. What, you might ask, is the Book Editing Bash? Basically, I’m going to send my manuscript in to iUniverse very soon, and I wanted to make sure that all grammatical mistakes, logical flaws, spelling inconsistency, etc. were purged from the document before submission. So I thought, how can I entice people into proof reading my book? Hence the Book Editing Bash.

It was incredibly fun. I whipped up a bunch of alien-themed snacks and beverages for my guests to munch on while they lounged on the sofas/armchairs and edited my book. Some of my favorite snacks included the Rice Ssrisk-y Balls, Jsgarn Eggs, and the five-decker sandwich whimsically entitled “The Approach to Alpha Centauri Prime”. For drinks we had Saluzan Sunrises and Black Eye Whiskey. The whiskey was actually just Dr. Pepper, so several of my guests added rum to make it more whiskey-like. Less editing was done once the alcohol started flowing.

As you can see in the picture, red pens were provided with each copy of the manuscript, as were sticker sheets with sparkly smiley faces. I told my friends to stick one of the smiley faces whenever they got to a part that made them laugh out loud. Most people loved the idea, and others, like my brother, scoffed and said that he would stick to red pen. Fine, Jesse, but don’t come crying to me when your manuscript is the least sparkly of the lot.

All in all, the Book Editing Bash was a great way to get people together and excite them about reading/editing my book. It cost perhaps $250 overall — that would be for food and printing costs — but it was well worth it. Within the next two weeks I should have nine marked-up manuscripts in my hands, and be well on my way to producing a final, fully edited, marketable book. Huzzah!

Reality Show on Mars?

Okay, when I first saw this pop up on my Facebook news feed, I thought I was crazy. But it’s true. Basically, a Dutch company has a plan to put a permanent settlement on Mars by 2023. Even crazier, they are going to make the settlement into a reality TV show. As in, these people will not only be living in tiny little pods on MARS, they will have every second of their lives recorded on camera and broadcast to the entire world via a live, 24/7 internet stream.

They will start auditions in 2013, where they will choose four men and women to be on the first flight to Mars. They will then go into the desert and train for ten years, and then blast off in 2023. After that, the company (called Mars One) will send up four colonists a year until 2033. That makes 40 people living on Mars within the next 20 years! And like I said, this is a permanent settlement — as in, no going back once you’re there. Has anyone ever read the book Legacy of Herot? This reminds me a lot of that book. I just hope the Mars colonists have better than the Herot colonists.

Read more about Mars One here and here.

What do you think?

If you were offered the chance to go live on Mars for the rest of your life, would you take it? I can’t even imagine living permanently in what basically amounts to a windy, cold desert… but then, this is MARS we’re talking about. Maybe it would be worth it. Although if you got into trouble, help would be a long, long way away.


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Face Punch — A Twilight Parody

I joined a short story club a few years back, and one week I cranked out this baby. It’s a parody of Stephanie Meyers’ Twilight series, and it … well, it’s strange. Don’t get me wrong, I actually really enjoyed the Twilight series. I just had a few issues with Bella being a constant pushover, and vented my feelings in short story format. It’s approximately 2500 words, so make sure you have enough time before you sit down and read. And yes, the simplistic writing style is on purpose.

So without further ado, I present to you: Face Punch, a Twilight Parody

Bianca dreaded going to school that morning. She had just moved from the warm, impersonal, populous city of Los Angeles to a small town called Crossroads in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. It was cold, scarily personal, and had at the most six hundred inhabitants.

She had come to live with her aunt, as her parents had died in a car crash. Bianca was rather upset with them for inconveniencing her in such a manner, especially when she was already halfway through her junior year and well established at her old school. But she supposed that it couldn’t be helped, and so she had said goodbye to her drug-addled friends and gone to live in Nowheresville, USA.

When she arrived at school, the first thing she noticed was that all the boys in the parking lot were staring at her, and all the girls in the parking lot were glaring at her. This surprised and bewildered Bianca, for despite the fact that she was stunningly attractive and was therefore lusted after by every boy she had ever met, she was astonishingly unobservant, and therefore had always thought herself quite drab.

“Excuse me,” Bianca said to one of the gawking gentlemen. “Could you please tell me how to find room 207?”

The freckled, blonde boy favoured her with a toothy grin and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “But of course! This way, new girl. Hey, what’s your name?”

“Bianca,” said Bianca.

“That’s a pretty name. To match a pretty girl, I’d say! I’m Matt,” added Matt. “So, you’re new here, huh?”

“How observant of you,” said Bianca. As they walked, Matt introduced her to all his friends, who fawned over her and demanded to know every intimate detail of her life, hobbies, and past flings. “I’ve never had a boyfriend,” Bianca admitted.

“But why?” her new friends cried. “You’re so mysterious and pale, despite your previous home of sunny L.A.!”

“I suppose boys just don’t go for girls like me,” said Bianca. She had the feeling that no boys here would like her either, for she had deep self-deprecation issues. Somehow she failed to notice that every boy in earshot was hanging off her every word, and imagining how they could contrive to get her into bed.

When they arrived in math class, her new friends hurried to their seats. Bianca was glad for their departure. Although they seemed to be perfectly nice, smart, friendly people, she was anti-social and had a superiority complex. Not that she would ever admit such a thing to herself.

“Ah, I see we have a new girl!”

Bianca, who was still standing uncomfortably by the front of the room, turned to see that the teacher had arrived. He was fairly nondescript; eye-coloured eyes, hair-coloured hair, and a largish nose. “You must be Bianca Fowl,” he said happily. Even though he was male, he did not immediately begin lusting after her because Bianca was underage, and pedophilia is illegal.

“Please, call me Bia,” she said, needlessly shortening her name so that her new pseudo-friends would have a cute nickname to call her by.

“I’m Mr. Blah,” said Mr. Blah, gazing around the classroom. “I see we only have one seat available. Why don’t you go sit next to Gottfried Worcestershire?”

He pointed towards the aforementioned teen, but Bianca needed no directions. When she turned to catch a glimpse of her new seatmate, she was immediately blown away by his overwhelming good looks and masterful presence. Gottfried stared out the window, brown hair falling handsomely into his eyes, hands clenching and unclenching for some unknown reason. As Bianca approached him and the empty desk, Gottfried’s chiselled jaw tightened and he turned to glare at her with such fury that she faltered in shock.

Why is he glaring at me? she thought, carefully sitting down beside him. He looks like he wants to kill me… or possibly drag me out into the forest, have his maleficent way with me, then rip out my intestines and throw me off a precipice. Goodness, I certainly hope that doesn’t happen.

Then Gottfried turned toward her, and Bianca stared into his eyes for the first time. They were like a sparkly, captivating rainbow. Her heart began to beat faster, and Bianca knew in that instant that, even though she had never spoken to this boy, and even though he to all intents and purposes appeared to hate her guts, she had fallen instantly and irrevocably in love with him.

Through the whole class, Bianca stared at Gottfried, knowing that he was dangerous, but also knowing that she would rather die than ever leave his side again. But when the bell rang, Gottfried got to his feet, leaped over the desk, and dashed out of the classroom without so much as a backwards look.

“Geez,” Matt said charmingly, coming over to help Bianca put her books away. “What’s up with Worcestershire?”

“I don’t know,” Bianca said. But she did know that she had to find out more about the elusive Gottfried. “Listen, Matt, I have to go.”

Matt looked upset, but still managed a smile. “Hey, Bia, how about we go out this Friday? I’ll get you flowers and everything.”

“I’m sorry, Matt, but I can’t,” said Bianca.

“Why not?”

“Because I am only attracted to men who glower, ignore me, and are so emotionally distant and dangerous that they nearly get me killed on a regular basis.” Bianca tried to look like she cared about Matt’s feelings as she patted him on the shoulder. “Try joining a gang. That might just be crazy enough for me to like you.”

“See if I don’t,” Matt said. He immediately began practicing his gangster speak. It was a little rough, but had potential.

Bianca decided to go find Gottfried. She hurried to the parking lot, where she spotted Gottfried walking away from the school toward the forest. Bianca hurried after him and caught him up just deep enough into the trees that no one would hear her scream if, by some unbelievably unlikely coincidence, he turned out to be a vampire.

“You have to stop following me,” Gottfried said roughly, turning to face her. Bianca tried to concentrate on his words, but she was too busy imagining kissing him. “Bia, when I’m around you… I feel like I can’t control myself.”

“Let’s be friends,” suggested Bianca.

Gottfried scowled at her. “I’m dangerous. Also, I just told you that I can’t control myself around you.”

“So you don’t want to be friends?”

“I want so much more than that. But we can only be friends.”

“Great! Then we’ll be friends.”

Gottfried turned away. “No, Bia, I can’t. It’s too dangerous.”

“But you just said—”

“I’m a vampire, alright?” he snarled. Gottfried turned and leapt into the sunlight. “Look at me! How could you ever be with a monster like me? RAHHHHHH!”

Bianca watched as he tore his shirt off. He had very nicely developed pectorals and biceps. Then the sunlight struck his skin, but instead of burning into a crisp as vampires are want to do, he began to glow like phosphorescent cave fungus. “You’re so beautiful,” said Bianca.

“And so the tiger fell in love with the koala,” murmured Gottfried.

“What?”

“We can’t just be friends,” said Gottfried. “I love you, Bia.”

“Then let’s be more than friends,” said Bianca. “Also, why didn’t you burn up in the sun?”

“Because I don’t make any sense. Now come with me. Our everlasting love deserves a celebration. It’s time to meet my family.”

“But I just met you,” protested Bianca, although it was only a mild protest, as she was hopelessly in love with the devastatingly attractive teenage vampire, and therefore would do anything to please him.

Gottfried grabbed her and, with his super vampire speed, ran them through the forest to his surprisingly modern house. “Where is the moat?” Bianca said cutely. Gottfried chuckled and showed her to the front door, taking vast amusement in her insipid statement because he, like every other boy she had ever met, was completely dazzled by her. And despite his being much older than her, he was allowed to date her, because the laws of the United States of America didn’t apply to him due to his extreme handsomeness.

They walked into the house, only to find the lavishly decorated living room filled with balloons and various other party accoutrements. Gottfried’s family – all witty, charming, and devastatingly attractive like him – smiled and welcomed her into their family. Bianca was touched, and did not feel at all uncomfortable with being surrounded by six blood-sucking vampires who had no logical reason not to devour her right there and then.

“Here, Bia, have a present,” said Gottfried’s mother, handing Bianca a paper-wrapped gift. Bianca accepted the box and started to open it.

“Ouch!” she exclaimed, having cut her finger on the unnaturally sharp paper.

Gottfried’s brother suddenly snarled and leapt for her, driven mad by the smell of blood and intent on ripping out her throat. “Nooo!” cried Gottfried. “We’re vegans, get a hold of yourself!” His eyes twinkled as he delivered this witty quip.

When it was clear that Gottfried’s brother had no self-control, Gottfried saved Bianca from her impending doom by throwing her through the window. Through the haze of pain and broken glass, Bianca was vaguely able to make out Gottfried pinning his brother to the floor and beating him senseless.

After Gottfried’s surgeon father stitched her up, Bianca was as good as new. But Gottfried had a dark look in his eyes. He dragged her back out into the forest, and turned to her with a serious frown. “This will never work,” he said.

“What do you mean?” cried Bianca, because she was overly emotional and enjoyed passionate outbursts.

“You got a paper cut, and it almost killed you,” he said. “We can’t be together.”

“What if you just gave me presents in gift bags from now on? Or, I could wear gloves.”

“I love you too much,” Gottfried continued nobly. “And that is why I have to leave you.”

Bianca crumpled to the ground, unable to believe what she was hearing. “But I love you!”

“Well, I don’t love you,” he said cruelly.

It didn’t occur to Bianca that Gottfried had just directly contradicted himself. “Don’t leave me!” she begged. “You’re my everything!”

“I’m leaving. You’ll never see me again. Don’t do anything stupid,” he told her, then vanished.

Bianca was devastated. Even though Gottfried was a vampire and therefore obviously the complete wrong choice for her, Bianca had fallen in love with him and was therefore incapable of ever moving on and actually enjoying her life.

For the next few months she sat in her room, crying hysterically over Gottfried’s departure. When her aunt tried to console her, Bianca would get even more unmanageable. Her aunt tried to explain that Bianca was behaving irrationally, and that such all-consuming love was unhealthy and, frankly, a tad disturbing, but Bianca knew that her love for Gottfried was special, and therefore that the regular rules didn’t apply to her.

Eventually she moved on, returned to her quasi-friends, and even started to hang out with a muscular boy named Simon who tended to go around shirtless a lot. After a needless amount of wheedling and begging, he told her that he was a werewolf, which did not at all surprise Bianca. She had spent an entire day in the company of a vampire, after all; how much worse could a ravenous beast with inch long fangs possibly be?

Then she got a call from Gottfried’s sister. “Gottfried can’t stand living without you anymore, so he’s gone to kill himself!” his sister sobbed over the phone.

“Don’t worry,” Bianca said. “I’ll save him! Because even though he broke my heart and basically ruined my life, I’m still madly in love with him and would risk anything for him.”

“Well,” said his sister, “he is drop-dead gorgeous.”

“Exactly,” said Bianca. “Where is he?”

After learning that Gottfried was in a nearby town, about to expose his glowing fungus-like skin in the sunlight and thus reveal his true nature, Bianca hopped in her car and hurried to find him. His plan was very convoluted, and apparently involved provoking some all-knowing vampire aristocracy into killing him, but Bianca wasn’t very intelligent, and therefore decided to focus on simply stopping Gottfried from glowing in public.

She got there just in time, and tackled Gottfried into the shadows of a conveniently placed alley before he exposed his true nature to the world. “What are you, crazy?” she cried. “Why did you try to kill yourself?”

“Because I thought you were dead,” said Gottfried, looking pale and unwashed, but still unbearably handsome.

Bianca was beginning to suspect that Gottfried wasn’t very intelligent either, but she quickly forgot her qualms after staring into his sparkly eyes. “I guess I’ll go, then,” she said, realizing that he had, after all, dumped her and told her that he never wanted to see her again. But when she turned to go, Gottfried grabbed her arm.

“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”

Bianca turned to face him. “You told me that you were leaving. That you didn’t love me. That you never wanted to see me again.”

“I lied,” said Gottfried.

Wondering if she had heard him right, Bianca said, “Excuse me?”

“I loved you so much that I had to let you go,” he explained. “I’m dangerous, and I can’t put you in danger.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” she informed him.

“But now that it’s become clear that I can’t stay away from you, I’ll never leave your side again,” Gottfried said earnestly. “I love you, Bia.”

Bianca stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. “I’m sorry, what? You break my heart, leave me sobbing on the ground in a forest, take off for three months without contacting me once, make me chase after you to save your life, then tell me you love me and expect everything to instantly be forgiven?”

Gottfried was taken aback. Why hadn’t she thrown herself into his arms and demanded that he take her there and then? He adjusted his stance so that the full force of his manliness and sheer awesomeness was clearly visible to the shouting girl. There was no way she could possibly resist that. “I love you,” he repeated. “And I’ve returned because I’m not strong enough to stay away from you. Come, let’s go off to a deserted island and make mad, passionate love, after which I will lecture you about your eternal soul for a few weeks, impregnate you with my demon spawn, and then change you into a vampire.”

Bianca frowned at Gottfried. “Um, hello? Did you not hear me? You ditched me, you asshole. I’m not just going to forgive you and take you back like nothing happened!”

“B-but…” stammered Gottfried. “But I’m brooding, emotional, possessive, and controlling. How could you not love me?”

“Get bent,” said Bianca.

Gottfried kissed her.

Bianca punched him in the face.

“But I love you!” Gottfried cried.

“Well, I’ve suddenly grown a spine,” snapped Bianca. “Go f**k yourself, Gottfried. I’m moving to the city, going to college, and moving on with my life. Vampires are lame.”

Bianca walked away, leaving Gottfried grovelling and snivelling in the dirt.

“To be, or not to be,” Gottfried said, quoting Shakespeare because he was strong, fast, smart, and well-read. “Goodbye, Bia. I cannot live without you. Maybe I should have realized that before I dumped you and ran off. Alas.”

Gottfried used his laser eyes to start a forest fire, ripped off his own head, and threw himself into the flames.

THE END

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