I have resurrected my YA paranormal novel Ghost Moon Night. Taken it out of the crypt and sent it out again to haunt an editor whom I met recently at a writer's conference. I tweaked it some, but otherwise, let the first three chapters stand as is.
I had shown her my first chapter of a historical novel, and though she loved it, she doesn't represent that genre. And then it occurred to me, listening to her presentation, hey, she represents paranormal!
It took me two days to figure this out.
So I asked her if she would look at my ms. She said, sure, send me first three chapters. Normally, she doesn't even look at ms without an agent's blessing. So the conference has been a great foot in the door.
Now I wait.
My name is Jewel. Welcome to my blog!
As a young girl growing up in the Philippines, I always hoped for storms so ferocious that school would have to be cancelled. And when it was cancelled, my siblings and I got to stay home. Usually there was no electricity, which we called "black out".
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Who cared about the storm outside when we had wax from the candle, to mold into a human shape and stick pins in...just kidding, we weren't really into voodoo. Anyway, along with the wax sculpting, we exchanged suspenseful stories, of ghosts and aswang and the mananaggal.
This blog is dedicated to that spine-tingling story, of things imagined or real. Come on in, grab a blob of wax and join me around the table.
Monday, May 4, 2009
From the Dead
Posted by Jewel Allen at 1:02 PM 0 comments
Labels: Ghost Moon Night
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