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The First Look Challenge: Lizzy Speare and the Hall of Hecate

26 Sep

In addition to letting me read her debut The Burning of Isobel Key (review here)  Jen McConnel also tagged me in the First Look Challenge and well, once you’re tagged, you’re IT. That’s the rules, right?

The way it works: You search your WIP for the word “look” and then post the scene it surrounds. I’ve got two novels I’m working on currently so I went with the second Lizzy Speare book, tentatively called Lizzy Speare and the Hall of Hecate. In the scene, Jonathan and Lizzy are on their way to see a witch named Medea Elderwood who lives in an abandoned amusement park down at Coney Island. Enjoy!

“I’ve always preferred the ocean when no one else was around,” Jonathan said.

“You would,” Lizzy muttered.

She followed him down the boardwalk past the rows of stalls, their shutters clamped tight. In the distance, a large Ferris wheel rose into the sky like a giant metal snail shell. Ahead of them towered a parachute jump, now devoid of the parachutes, looking like an alien antennae, stark and metallic, against the cloudy sky. To her left were the piers and the ocean. The water licked the sand cautiously, dipping and foaming around the straight lines of algae-crusted rocks near the shoreline. Jutting out into the water was the pier, cut from the same ill-fitting wood as the boardwalk, like a finger reaching out to test the water. From it, Lizzy heard the sound of drumming as men playing the bongos shouted in Spanish to the crabs they hoped to ensnare in the cages that dangled off the pier. Behind them, the sky rippled with a crackle of lighting and a low rumble.

“Looks like a storm,” Lizzy said as she strained to keep up with Jonathan’s long strides.

He led them down the boardwalk, to where an old abandoned amusement park stood. The rusted front gates were locked and threaded with police tape. An advertisement for condominiums hung from the entrance offering future residents spacious views of the ocean. Demolition was scheduled in a few weeks and then the Midnight Carnival, as the amusement park was called, would be no more. At the end of the boardwalk, where the land dipped down, they slipped under the railing and landed softly in the tall reeds growing out of the cool sand. About halfway down the side fence, they ducked under a section that had been clipped and peeled back.

“Be careful you aren’t seen. It’s still light out,” Jonathan said as they crept into the vacant amusement park. They passed between the Flying Carpet, a pendulum ride and the old-fashioned swings which hung sadly, their chains rusted in the saltwater air. They stepped over thick black cables that snaked across the walkways, many of which had been split open by rats, exposing their plaits of copper wire and twisted cords. They looked like the severed limbs of some giant sea creature. A small white roller coaster lay silent on the tracks. As they passed, Lizzy glanced at the warped wooden cars and rusted bolts.

“This place is creepy,” Lizzy said out loud, causing a nearby flock of seagulls to flurry into the air, cawing anxiously.

“Shhhhh. I told you to be quiet.” Jonathan shook his head and continued forward, ignoring Lizzy’s muttered apology.

I’m stopping here cause otherwise it’ll be spoilers galore. Like what you read? Wanna be a beta reader? Leave me a comment below. We’ll talk.

Also, finally, a Happy Belated Birthday to Jim Henson. The world ain’t the same without you, old friend. Thanks for everything.

Remember kids, keep believing. Keep pretending.

Keep believing, Keep pretending

17 May

image via skullswap

Yesterday was the sad twenty-second anniversary of Jim Henson’s death. That seems impossible partly because I remember whole days in 1990.

But also because that means we’ve been slogging around this earth without the creativity of Mr. Henson for twenty-two years! Imagine what he would have come up with by now.

Last night my husband’s response to my lament about no one picking up the mantel was that Pixar has put out some good things and I agree – to an extent. But Pixar’s creations aren’t huggable now are they?

He just…thought differently. Created differently – took what was essentially a marketing and advertising tool and managed to change the way we teach kids as well as kids themselves.

In other news, I’m deep in the mud and slog of novel revision right now. This is me:

Stupid Swamp!

I am both Atreyu and Artax, simultaneously. I’ve got some plot problems, holes if you will, or as I like to call them giant craters into which all known logic falls. So I’m trying to hammer them out.

My techie friends, well really my one pro-tech friend has repeatedly offered Scrivener as a way to solve all my problems, but I just can’t seem to do it. I don’t know what it is about me. I’m not, contrary to popular opinion, a Luddite. I just feel strange using a program for things that my own stupid brain should be able to track. You know, like the damn plot that I created in this stupid brain.

So instead I’m getting index cards and tapping them up on my writing wall to track what happens when, why and how. Possibly I need a blackboard. I read somewhere that Rebecca Stead, who wrote “When You Reach Me” (which is fantastic and if you haven’t read it, please get thee to the library) used a blackboard to keep all the time travel stuff in place but of course, now I can’t find that quote. But I found this quote instead. It is her answer to the question “Has it gotten any easier, writing?”

“Uhmm, noo, it hasn’t gotten any easier. I do have faith more, that I can make my work better. You’re inevitably disappointed by what’s on the page, because you have some idea that just seems good enough that you want to start writing it, but then when it starts getting down there on the page it’s inevitably a disappointment.’ Rebecca laughs….‘It’s not what was in here,’ she says, indicating her head, ‘and you almost feel like you’re killing it by putting it down, but what you learn is that you have to keep pushing past that stage and then learn how to lift your story up as high as you can. So now, I’m still disappointed by what’s there, but I’m better at thinking “well let’s just move on, it’s time to start pulling it up now,” so I get a little less stuck.”

You can read the whole thing here at BookWitch.

Okay…back to work. Time to start pulling up.

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