Monday, June 29, 2009

Bad Blogger

I have been a bad blogger lately. Bad Janet. Bad. No cookies for you.

I have been revising my YA that was called Faded Genes, but is now called All That's Jaz. My brain just about exploded, but it seems to be recovering nicely. Seems being the key word of course. I shall update you later if you're concerned.

Went and saw Monsters Vs Aliens with Superson and two neighbourhood kids. That was fun. Especially after I fed them orange pop, cotton candy and McDonald's. Yes. I did do that. Do not ask me to babysit your children. I give in easily.

Yesterday Superson and I went hiking in Kananaskis Country. With Meeko the Menace. We went to Elbow Falls and Bragg Creek Provincial Park. I showed him how to fall on his ass all the way down a steep hill. By accident of course. A fine demonstration though.


This is Elbow Falls, not the hill I fell down.

This is Bragg Creek Provincial Park, but no pictures of the fall. My fall. Not water fall.



We are going to interview to be movie extra's tomorrow. Superson and I. Summer Holidays are here. I am deeply afraid. Two months with no school.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Teasar Tuesday

My head is full of words. Revising words and new words, but just darn full.

Soooooo...on that note, here's the new opening to Faded Genes...do we like the title Faded Genes??



I spotted them immediately. Arms and legs pressed up against the wall. Two people in a drunken clutch. Two people who had absolutely no right to be locking lips, or any other bodily part for that matter. My heart raced as I stumbled towards them, down the steps.

When I reached the bottom, she opened her eyes. Noticed me. Witnessing it.
Her eyes connected with mine.

I wanted to scream at both of them, but nothing came out. My lips crazy glued shut. The only sound I could manage was an incoherent, panicky mumble. I turned and ran back up the stairs, pushing past a swarm of bodies until I was out of the house.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Monday Meanderings

The other day I had a long conversation with a very good friend of mine who was forced to flee Bosnia all by herself during the Bosnian war. She was not quite twenty. Later, her sister had to take on an identity not hers and flee at seventeen. She and her family experienced things during that war that I have a hard time even imagining. And she told me the truth of what really went on and what we heard over in our North American bubble.

At the time that she was fleeing her home and her country with money sewed into the bands of her jeans, I was oblivious to the fighting. I remember hearing things about the Bosnian war, but it was far away, didn't involve me. I was in my twenties, wrapped up in my career and my own life.

She has taught me alot my friend. She learned English when she arrived in Calgary. And now she speaks it flawlessly. Her son is the best friend of my friend. And yet there is the whole part of her I will never completely understand. But she has taught me about strength and she and her family have taught me about dignity.

Her parents, successful popular people in Bosnia came to our country before the end of the war, speaking very little English. They left homes and families behind. And her father was treated very poorly at one job and is now a Wal-Mart greeter. People laugh at his accent, talk slowly and loudly to him as if he is stupid. Yet he remains a good man and holds his pride inside of him.

I hope I have learned more empathy towards people who speak English as a second language. I hope I show them the dignity they deserve. I hope my eyes have been opened to worlds beyond mine. Innocent people caught in a war they can't escape. And if they do escape, how do we treat them when they arrive on our soil? How much better do they deserve?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Bid on a Critique from ME!!

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Ottawa

Rain rain go away... despite all the rain, Ottawa is beautiful. Green. Trees.
Bro lives in the coolest area- The Glebe. It makes me feel artistic and worldly and political all at once.

Guess you had to be here. :)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Eye on Monday


Passed 50,000 words on Weight of Bones. Well on my way to finishing the first draft. Yay!!! I'm meeting with a nurse this week to get some medical facts and background and should be start revisions by next week?? That's my goal! I am digging this book and it will be my longest YA book as well. Let's hope all hope together that my dream editor loves it as well!! Shall we. All as one. Hope. Hope. Hope!

I'm heading to the Capitol city of Canada, Ottawa with my mommy this week! Just me and Mommy, visiting my brother and his family. I am looking forward to time away as a solo person, and will have airplane and airport time to read and work on my story! Yippee!!

Summer weather has arrived in Western Canada. Yippee! Went to a great beach party on Saturday. Superson is done school in two weeks and then it's full on summer. Bring it on.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Review of Waiting To Score- CM Magazine

CM . . . . Volume XV Number 21. . . .June 12, 2009.
cm magazine is book reviews, media reviews, news, and author profiles of interest to teachers, librarians, parents and kids.

WAITING TO SCORE

J. E. MacLeod.
Lodi, NJ: WestSide Books, 2009.
199 pp., pbk., $16.95.
ISBN 978-1-934813-01-0.

Grades 8-10 / Ages 13-15.

Review by Darleen Golke.

****/4

Reviewed from Advance Proofs.
excerpt:

In hockey, sometimes a good pass, or a set of passes, can be as much fun as scoring. It’s like magic when you skate right through traffic, bouncing the puck of a teammate –– even Mac. Wham! He got a clean poke into an empty net as the goalie dove the crease on a fake. A play that would stick with me.

Next shift.

“Oof!”

I fell to the ice, automatically curling up into a fetal position. I couldn’t breathe. In the background I heard a whistle blow, and then the referee was down on his knee, right in my face.

“You okay, kid?” he said.

I couldn’t answer him because I couldn’t catch my breath.

Mac’s face appeared over me. He bent down on one knee. His dark eyes were little slits in his face. I wondered if I was hallucinating. He looked exactly like the devil. He leaned in closer.

“This is just a taste of things to come. Get on my bad side and the team won`t be looking out for you. Accidents are bound to happen,” Mac said.

He stood up, and in the distance, I heard him arguing with the ref, shouting about penalty shots and the unfairness of the hit I’d taken. Bastard.

I lay still. The world whirled around me and I tried to catch my breath and get my wind back.

. . . Mac spoke into my ear. “I know a goon on every team in this league, Chase. You’re going down.”


Zack Chase faces another new town and new school when his mom moves them to her hometown of Haletown, Montana. Zacks’s dad, hockey legend Jeremy Chase, died in a car crash along with a hockey buddy and a couple of groupies before Zack’s birth almost 16 years ago. Mom insists Zack possesses his dad’s talent and wants him “to play pro hockey, like [his] dad;” however, while Zack admires the father he never knew for his hockey prowess, he hates him for the drinking and womanizing, and wonders whether he really wants a future career in professional hockey. “Maybe [hockey] just isn’t as important to me as it is to” her. His extraordinary hockey skills earn him a berth on the local high school team and the moniker “Zack Attack.” Those same skills net him several quirky friends, like Sheila who works at the rink’s concession stand, fellow hockey player David, and eventually Jane, David’s twin, who professes to hate hockey and considers jocks beneath contempt, reflecting the reputation many hockey players garner among their peers.

Zack categorizes his fellow classmates as “the Haves and the Have Nots. There were the Jocks, and the kids who dated them. The Heads smoked pot in the bathrooms and on school grounds. The Arts were drama or rock and roll wannabes. Then there were the token Freaks and Losers, and a whole lot of people in the middle somewhere, all trying to fit in.” At a former school, he and his teammates called the “kind of girls who hang around hockey rinks” Pucks, “blondes and brunettes with tight clothes and made-up eyes. Pucks, hockey groupies, whatever. I kind of thought girls should have better things to do with their time. Giggling and hanging around boys who weren’t very nice to them didn’t strike me as overly ambitious.” Mac, the team captain, a stereotypical hockey tough and bully, throws his weight around literally and figuratively, especially with girls from whom he refuses to accept “no.” Zack finds Mac objectionable enough on ice, but even more so when he catches him at a party accosting Jane, Zack’s love interest.

The partying and drinking disgust Zack as does, at times, his own behaviour. He sees David developing a genuine alcohol problem that comes to a head at another wild party when David becomes violently ill. Zack, with Sheila, Jane, and a couple of hockey buddies’ assistance, gets David home only to be confronted by the parents who refuse to accept anything unusual about David’s behaviour until Jane criticizes them roundly for their neglect and Mrs. Parker discovers she cannot awaken David. Finally, the Parkers act to get help for their troubled son. Ironically, that evening marked Zack’s first, but not last, date with Jane.

After Zack gets nailed by Mac’s goon (excerpt), cracked ribs keep him from playing hockey, allowing him time to develop his relationship with Jane and to indulge his literary interests by getting involved in the school musical. “Secretly,” he admits, “I was kind of glad to be forced off the ice for a couple of weeks.” However, Mac continues to harass Zack off-ice. Zack’s disgust reaches its peak when he discovers Mac raping a very drunken, almost comatose, girl at another wild party. He finally speaks out: “You hear what happens to assholes who have sex with girls against their will, Mac? In most places they call it rape.” To the bystanders, Zack says, “I saw him. It’s pretty much rape if a girl’s too drunk to defend herself.” Sadly, later that evening, the victim commits suicide. underscoring the dangers inherent in the drinking/ partying scene that spawns irresponsible sexual behaviour.

Zack admits, “Hockey flowed in my veins. I tried to deny it sometimes, but the call lingered in my gut, even when I wasn’t on the ice.” After the drama surrounding Mona’s suicide and David’s collapse, Zack realizes he really wants to play hockey and vows, “I’m going to kill [Mac] in a completely legal way.” He returns to the team and plays with determination, showcasing his considerable skills. In the playoff game, Zack pours it on, tying the game and then setting Mac up for the go-ahead goal. When a hockey scout for Boston College Eagles approaches Zack with an offer after the game, Zack leaves his mom to negotiate with the agent while he fulfills his commitment to perform at the school musical opening night.

After careers writing advertising copy and working in sales and marketing, J. E. MacLeod (pen name), decided to indulge her literary passions by writing short stories, romance, and children’s picture books. In her first young adult novel, she captures the teen scene skilfully and realistically. “My teen years overflowed with angst,” and “being a teen was hard work,” she confides. Obviously, her experience provides valuable background for the teen scene she portrays. Secondary character types –– the bully and his followers, the sexual predators and the victims, the artsy crowd, the Goths, the best friend, the love interest –– help underscore the main character’s uniqueness, a handsome athlete comfortable in his own skin, not always behaving perfectly, and not afraid to admit to interests outside hockey. MacLeod allows Zack’s first person voice to reveal his conflict about the game he both loves and hates, about his evolving relationships, and about his coming to terms with life’s complications and complexities. Gritty subjects - alcoholism, bullying, sexual aggression, suicide, parental pressure and neglect, rape, violence –– emerge as the novel unfolds; MacLeod describes them matter-of-factly, without moralizing. She handles presenting the story from a male point of view well, attributing her hockey knowledge to growing up with two brothers who played hockey and a father who coached. MacLeod talked to her “younger brother, Kyle and got some hockey stuff from him. The passing and scoring feelings.” Through Zack’s relationships with his family, his teammates, and his developing friendships, a portrait of a young man making sometimes difficult choices but not afraid to go his own way emerges.

Crisp and smoothly flowing prose, snappy dialogue with graphic modern language, appealing characters, plenty of action, and current, relevant subjects combine in a young adult novel that captures the reader’s interest from the opening paragraph and holds it to the conclusion.

Highly Recommended.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Cone Head

"I really want to stop licking at my stiches, but I can't seem to help myself."



The shame, oh the shame.

Top Fifteen Meme

This can be a quick one. Don’t take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you’ve read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

1. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
2. Are you There God, It's Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
3. That was Then, This is Now, S.E. Hinton
4. Lady Oracle by Margaret Atwood
5. The Other Woman by Joy Fielding
6. Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
7. Whale Talk by Chris Crutcher
8. The Stand, Stephen King
9. Jake Reinvented, Gordon Korman
11. Boy Toy, Barry Lyga
12. Unwind, Neil Shusterman
13. Luna, Julie Ann Peters
14. Looking for Alaska, John Green
15. Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour, An Introduction JD Salinger

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Sunday Stuff

Spent yesterday at a pool with Superson for his first swim meet. Over 300 kids competed. Soooo cute. It's a summer club so not as serious as the "Master Club' meets. Superson competed in three events, his coach forgot to put him the Butterfly, which of course there were only 5 kids registered in. And he is good in that stroke imo.

Oh well. He had a good day, although it was very long with hours between races. I was an official timer, and it was actually harder work than I thought it would be, but they fed me cookies and puffed wheat squares so that made it worth while.

Today I get to put on a swim suit of my own to go for a fun swim at the Water Slide/Wave pool. Funny how I will go out in public now in a swim suit and not even worry about it, but when I was in my late teens and twenties I wouldn't be caught dead in a bathing suit. Poor body image, when really I should have been strutting around wiggling my tush for all it was worth. If I knew then...blah blah blah...old person speak.

Now that my body image pretty much equals what is in the mirror, I'm all- meh, who the heck is looking at me anyhow, and if they are, they don't really care about the lumps and bumps anyways. It's not all about me anymore, which is kind of freeing.

I do envy girls (teens and twenties) who have positive body images. I don't mean I envy them their youthful bodies (although a teeny tiny part of me probably does)
but the fact that they are comfortable in their suits, no matter what the shape.

I suppose at some point I should probably tackle a teen book about body image, after all, I was a pro at worrying about it when I was younger, had the bouts of eating disorders to go along with it, but perhaps the subject is still a little too close, too personal maybe to go there in prose??

I read Wintergirls and was blown away by the honesty. Mad mad writing skills by Ms. Anderson, yes. I've read other books based on girls with eating disorders or poor body image and related to them on different levels. It really is such a huge part of teenage life.

Now how did I manage to go from Supeson's swim meet, to body image? Must have been the bathing suits. Seriously. Is there any other "clothing' you wear in public that makes you feel so vulnerable??

Meh. Thank goodness for swim suit cover ups.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Friday Five

1. Contests are everywhere, so why is it I never win any. Why oh why dear contest fairy can't my name be picked just once?

2. My poor dog is doing the walk of shame. Cone on her head 'cause she can't stop licking her stitches. (she is now sort of it-ish if you know what I mean) Is there anything more demeaning to a dog than to have to wear a cone on her head? Well. Maybe a Harley Davidson Leather Jacket, but perhaps that's just a matter of taste.

3. Try explaining to an eight year old boy what "being spayed" means. Go ahead. Try.

4. I am waiting for a book on writing plot that my agent recommended. Perhaps timely after reading Pub Rants yesterday about "Karoke YA."

5. How come no one is rating my book on Goodreads anymore? Is no one reading it? Does no one like it? Gah. Being an author is hard on one's sanity sometimes. Yes?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

WINGS


So. I totally know a New York Times Bestselling Author!
How cool do I feel getting to say that about my DEB author for the day--Aprilyne Pikes! Cool by association. Couldn't happen to a nicer person as far as I'm concerned....so let's learn more about WINGS!!

WINGS
Aprilynne Pike's WINGS is the first of four books about an ordinary girl named Laurel who discovers she is a faerie sent among humans to guard the gateway to Avalon. When Laurel is thrust into the midst of a centuries-old battle between faeries and trolls, she's torn between a human and a faerie love, as well as her loyalties to both worlds

And now for the questions!

How did you come up with the idea for your WINGS and how long did it take you to write it?

I actually sat down looking for an idea when I decided to write WINGS. I had a different novel with my agent that was totally flailing in the water and new that I needed to write something else: something better. I was trolling agent sites and found a blog where an agent had mentioned--almost in passing--that B&N was expecting faeries to be one of the new trends in YA literature. Now, I have always loved fairies, and I have always loved YA; I don't know why I had to get hit over the head with the idea before I managed to put those two together. I was so driven that I had to write a YA faerie book, and I had to do it NOW, that I actually finished the book and sent it to my agent in six weeks. (I paid for it when my ed letter came long though!;))

Six weeks!!! GAH!! Writing for teens must bring back alot of memories... tell us about something traumatizing and/or embarrassing that happened to you when you were a teen?

When I was in seventh grade my older sister was in eight and we went to school together. One day she was walking to class and I was walking to lunch and she did that little thing where you half-trip someone to make them stumble (it's like saying hello in sister-speak;)) except that I totally wasn't ready for it and there was no "half" in this trip. I sprawled onto my stomach and my lunch went flying like fifty feet. So embarrassing!!

What would be the worst thing that could happen to Laurel in WINGS.

Wow. I don't think anything that could be considered "worst" could be spoiler-free!!

Have to read to find out!!! Now if someone close to you wanted to write a book, like a child or a loved one, what would you tell them?

To do it!! And to understand that writing a book is different than being an author. Writing books is fun, being an author is work.

So true. Lastly, what do you think Laurel will do for a living when she's "grown up"?

Ha! That's something Laurel explores in the sequel. And since that decision is a HUGE part of the series . . . well . . . SPOILERS!!!:D

Oh Sequels!!! Yay. This is on my TO BUY list. I'm picking it up soon and so should YOU!!

About Aprilynne

Aprilynne Pike has been spinning faerie stories since she was a child with a hyper-active imagination. At the age of twenty she received her BA in Creative Writing from Lewis-Clark State College in Lewiston, Idaho. When not writing, Aprilynne can usually be found at the gym; she also enjoys singing, acting, reading, and working with pregnant moms as a childbirth educator and doula. Aprilynne currently lives with her husband and three kids in Utah, and dreams of warmer climates.