Here’s the final post in THE NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP!
What is the working title of your book?
The 30 Days Series: January (#1)—working on the first draft
First draft to be completed (hopefully) by March 1st!
Who or what inspired you to write this book?
Fighting back against bullies has been a heavy theme in YA books lately (largely because of the media focus on anti-bullying campaigns) and I wanted to take a look at a young girl who is sometimes the bully, sometimes the victim, but pretty much always angry and the last thing I would classify her as is a good girl. But like most anti-heroes she’s doing her best to just make it through the day.
What genre does your book fall under?
What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?
Holly Taylor is mouthy, mean, and just doesn’t give a damn and her father sets out to save his daughter one lesson, one month, at a time.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Ashley Tisdale as the not-very-nice but working-on-it Holly Taylor
Will your book be self-published or agented?
Who knows? Self-published most likely. 😉
How long did it take for you to write your first draft?
I’m aiming for two months!
What else about your book might pique the readers’ interest?
If you like _______, you might like JANUARY:
- Coming-of-age tales
- Deeply flawed characters
- Cloudy outcomes with a chance of hope
- Edgy YA
- Small towns
- Boys with serious ‘tude
Here’s a sneak peek of the first chapter of JANUARY:
“Do you understand the seriousness of your actions, Holly?” I scratched the back of my neck and focused on the worn carpet at the foot of the couch. Yeah, I understood it, all right. Chief Andrews went and got Bob, the graveyard shift clerk at the convenience store on the edge of town, fired. Where in the hell was I supposed to buy my vodka now?
“If I did, do you really think I would have done it?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. My dad, Dr. Randall Taylor, M.D., stopped his shuffling across the carpet and took several deep breaths. I chanced a peek at his face and changed my mind. He was clenching and unclenching his fists. Oh, he was mad all right. Unfortunately for me that usually meant that lecture time was going to last longer than usual. Dr. Angry Face’s tantrum was going to interfere with my dinner plans. As it was, Laney had to pick me up because my car had been confiscated after the last sit down we’d had.
“I don’t know what to do anymore. Tell me what I can do to make this better for you.” My head shot up. What did he mean by “make it better”? He made it sound like I was someone he needed to fix—like one of his patients that he could cure. I was fine aside from this crap.
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