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Man, I love Oasis. I'm trying to figure out how to incorporate a unicorn in a story without it being totally lame. It's hard. Unicorns come off cheesy and lame pretty easily. But I sure do love the cult classic Legend cause of how awesome the unicorns are. So, I'm trying. Maybe in book two or three of Switched . I know I've got a lot more magic going on the second one, so a unicorn might work. Or I might end up scrapping that whole idea out of fear of cheesing it up. But I really want it, so I'll think about it and try to find a way to make it awesome. Today wasn't a great day, but I'm working on preservering and not wallowing. Things are always changing, and sometimes they change for the better. Sometimes not, but the only way things'll ever get better is if they change. Currently reading: Kathy Griffen "Official Book Club Selection" and "Glamorama" by Bret Easton Ellis, which is making me question my sanity because of how much I lo...

I sent off pages and I can't explain how rough that was. I always get so nauseous and panicky attacky. Because this time could. If I just do it right. If write things just right, and market them just right, and they get to the right agent at just the right time. If all the stars in the heavens align perfectly... I've done the work, but I never know if its hard enough. I never know if my work is polished enough. I read it over and over again. I make other people read it over and over again. I cut things and move things, so the rough drafts look like a rainbow threw up all over them thanks to all my highlighter use. Sending off queries doesn't bother me that much. Getting rejected from them doesn't either. Sending off pages freaks the hell out of me. That's something. That's somebody actually taking the time to read my books, and that rejection is actually rejecting me. I know it's supposed to be personal, but that's my book. You read my work. And for what...

Now that I have the internet, I have once again entered the exhausting and anxious business of trying to get my book published. I have decided to focus all my attention on Switched because it isn't as generic or redundant as book about vampires right now. (Not that My Blood Approves is either of those things. But it is about vampires.) And not that many people are writing about sexy trolls and have high school bands referencing John Hughes. I win on those counts Here is my query letter, if you feel like writing one: "When Wendy Everly was six-years-old, her mother tried to kill her because she was convinced Wendy was a monster. Eleven years later, Wendy’s still not sure if her mother was right. In my 90,000 word urban fantasy/young adult SWITCHED , Wendy finds herself being “stalked” by Finn Holmes, and she can’t decide if he’s creepy or foxy, or maybe both. Then he tells her that she’s a changeling, and despite her better judgment, she lets him take her back to the world of...

I've written over 30k words in five days. Am I published yet? "Switched" is awesome. I really enjoy it. Finn is a bit more archetypal, but I think Wendy is less so, so it evens out. Jack was a very different hero from the ones I was used to, and I did that on purpose. He was clumsy and funny and charming and not the most attractive. Finn is smooth and strong and brooding and intelligent. But I like them both equally. That would be a fun love triangle. But not today. Not any day. "Switched" requires no vampire assistance.

All I am going to say is that my new book is called "Switched" and it's flippin awesome. It's NOT about vampires, either, but it is an urban fantasy. And it's pretty fancy. I will also say that Zachary Quinto is gosh darn sexy. That's not entirely related. Well, not at all, really. But... oh well. I wrote 11k words tonight, and I am proud of that achievement. I have at least one sequel in mind, but I'm not really sure if I have anything beyond that. Either way, this is gonna be awesome. I think this has a chance at success cuz it's an urban fantasy not about vampires. And some people are sick of that. I don't know. I'm trying things. That's all I can do. And even if nobody else likes this, I do.