The best Mentor in Pitch Wars! You can’t have her-she’s mine.

I don’t know how I got so lucky. Truly I don’t.

Because…I am absolutely thrilled to announce that I made it into Brenda Drake’s fantabulous pitchwars!!   I was selected–out of over 2000 entries–to compete as one of the top thirty author/mentor teams. (um..yay!) And the best part, is I get to work with my fan-freaking-tastic mentor and friend, Heather Webb.  (Her book, BECOMING JOSEPHINE will be published by Plume/Penguin in early 2014. And let me tell you folks, I could not SLEEP when I was reading it! It’s so beautiful and mesmerizing. Just wait. You’ll see….)

Check out all the deets below!! *happy dance*

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Tomorrow is the BIG day for #PitchWars, a huge contest hosted byBrenda Drake. 30 mentors worked for six weeks with a selected mentee to polish their pitches and manuscripts. Now, 17 agents will have the opportunity to make requests based on the first 250 words and pitch. In addition, mentor/mentee teams compete for the highest number of requests for prizes.

Heather slapped me around and beat me six ways to Sunday to get this entry prepared. And now…. GAME ON, BABY!!!!!!

Here’s a sneak peak of our entry. I hope you like it!

 

NAME: Janet B Taylor
MENTOR: Heather Webb
TITLE: THROUGH THE DIM
GENRE: YA/Fantasy-Time Travel

PITCH: When Hope discovers her mother isn’t dead, but marooned in the twelfth century by a vindictive time-traveler, the teen joins a team of time-jumping Indiana Joneses to stage a rescue. But Hope isn’t prepared for the brutal medieval world, or the handsome traitor whose betrayal could leave her trapped in the past forever.

FIRST 250:
Everyone in town knew the coffin was empty.

I think that was what drew the crowd, the pure curiosity of the thing. In beauty shops and diners, people would brag how they’d been there, at Sarah Walton’s memorial service. Oh, it was big news. An empty casket. The poor husband who waited months before finally accepting his odd, foreign wife was gone. A woman who didn’t even have the decency to show up for her own funeral. And then there was that strange daughter.

As for the strange daughter, all she—I–wanted was to have it done. The service, the unendurable visits from ‘well-wishers’. The burial.

The wooden pew dug into the underside of my thighs. I heard the whispering, but didn’t turn. And I didn’t look once at that polished, detestable box.

The first mourners had shown up only hours after we got the call. In far-off India, a city had collapsed. After that, the news came in dribbles of pain. A catastrophic earthquake. American and British volunteers crushed under concrete and smoking rubble. Recovery of their bodies unlikely, then impossible.

As my dad and I sat white and stunned at the kitchen table, we heard the first, timid knock on our back door. I didn’t so much as blink. I knew if I did, my skin—like a shattered windshield held in place by the seal around it—would collapse into a million pieces, and the pain roaring inside would rupture and devour me.

About Janet

I'm one of those girls who love books so much, I couldn't stand it till I wrote one of my own. I'm dreaming of the day when someone a LOT smarter than me will invent a time machine. I have a wonderful hubby and two amazing boys, who--over the years--have ruined me forever for sappy chick-flicks. Now, I'm all about the fantasy-action. Thor...mmm... And GoT rocks! I am repped by the phenomenal Mollie Glick of Foundry Lit.
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One Response to The best Mentor in Pitch Wars! You can’t have her-she’s mine.

  1. Oh, I love that story setup. And the writing is fantastic. I can see why you won!

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