I will then have to await editing on "Accept this Dandelion" which is due out only two months after "Wrong Place, Right Time." I will have to learn fast with a December release followed by a February 2015 release. With any luck, the two books will help one another out!
On another note...
So last week I told you about a novel writing contest I'd entered. I'm supposed to find out this Friday if my entry goes any farther than the first page. If it does, they will want the first three chapters of the novel along with a 5-10 page summary of the novel overall.
At this point, all I have written is the first page that I entered. IF they want more, I would have to write it. Within a week. So I'm not sure if I want my entry to go on or not! But since the novel isn't under contract and it belongs to no one but me at this point, I thought I'd post the first page and see what you think.
Tell me...would you read more? If so, perhaps I'll keep writing it whether this particular contest wants it or not!
The roller coaster slowly climbed the first big hill. Maisy Green watched, her hand over the emergency stop button. There wouldn’t be a problem. There never was. But she couldn’t leave anything to chance. She didn’t take chances.
Maisy listened as the cars raced down the other side of the hill. The telltale screams told her that the riders were either enjoying the thrill, or completely terrified. She knew which would describe her. But she had never been on the ride herself. She just operated it. And that was how she planned to keep things.
The coaster jolted the amusement park guests to the left as one of the automatic brakes engaged to slow them down for the last turn. Maisy narrowed her eyes so she could see the looks on their faces as the cars pulled into the loading dock. She didn’t need to ride it in order to experience it. She got to see what it felt like through each and every person that went through the exhilarating 60 seconds.
One of the girls patted her hair back into place while a group of guys gave one another high fives. Maisy was especially captivated by a young boy, just over the 42” height requirement, who looked as if he never wanted to leave his chosen car. If only she had his bravery, if just for a moment.
The riders chattered as they exited. The roller coaster was behind them. They had the rest of the day in front of them. Maisy turned to the next group and began allowing people to enter the loading dock. It was then that she noticed a familiar pair of green eyes. Eyes that greeted her over and over again every night from the other side of her TV. Only this time, Gram Chance wasn’t staring at the camera giving a report. He was staring at her.