My Spring Writing Bootcamp Goals!

Hi Y’all 😀 Good afternoon!


It’s March, woohoo!! In honor of Spring, even though in Boston it’s still winter, the I’m joining the YA Buccaneers’ Spring Writing Bootcamp (yay accountability!).

For more info on the SWB, visit the YA Buccaneers’ blog to learn more (& sign-up) 🙂

SWB, as I’ve now dubbed it, couldn’t have come at a better time. I just finished a final revision/overhaul of a MS that taken me two years, three as of this summer, to complete. Many thanks to my CPs & Beta readers, you know who you are and you have saved me from insanity many times. I’m so glad I didn’t give up on it, but I’m even more thrilled to begin work on a new story. The one I’ll be working on is called THE SUP FILES it’s a NA Urban Fantasy that’s kind of like Lost Girl meets The Dresden Files. I love that it’s different from what I’ve been writing yet UF is one of my favorite genres to read (excerpt & blurb are below!).

Goal: I would love to finish it, but mainly I just want to have fun!

The blurb:

When recent college grad Bria Thurman sets up shop as a freelance detective she figures, with her abilities, it’ll be easy money and will pay more than working at the local coffee shop–the only job she can get–would. Unfortunately, most of the cases she receives are requests from old ladies asking to her to find their cats. And old ladies don’t pay much, if at all.

But, when her best friend, a human cop, goes missing, while working on a set of grisly murders that’s got prominent New Orleanians showing up dead, Bria is the Supernatural, or Sup Council’s first go to gal because not only is she unaligned, meaning she’s free to go anywhere she pleases, she’s the best–well, technically, the only–clairvoyant in town. If she can get that nose of hers to work right.

To find her friend, and keep the supernatural community a secret from the humans they live among, Bria must team up with Ty, a Sup cop and wizard who’s a little too Dark Fae for her liking. Together, it’ll be up to them to find the killer, before the case goes public. That is, of course, if the killer doesn’t find them first.

So much for easy money.

Excerpt from Chapter One:

I took of whiff of the crisp, nighttime air. I tapped my foot. Come on, nose. Do your thing. The wind howled as leaves blew across my face. Aside from that, the park was a still as ever. Dammit. I scrunched my nose. It was acting up, again.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” I called, getting on all fours. I squeezed my eyes then opened them, allowing them to adjust to the darkness. Not that that helped anything. My vision was 20-nothing. When one sense is heightened I suppose another has to be muted. Luckily for me, God chose my vision.

Alright, come on Bria. You’ve got this. What’s one little cat? I snorted. One little cat had been leading me across the entire city. First the Warehouse District, then the French Quarter, and then the cemetery. I shuddered. Cemeteries, ew. Now, I was in the middle of a park likely crawling on dog poop or something. “Come on, kitty,” I clapped my hands. It had to be here somewhere. When I’d picked up the cat’s sent from the cemetery, I got a vision of a sign for City Park. I’d been searching the park for the past hour. What was the point of being clairvoyant if I didn’t see complete images? I sighed, standing to go back to the car.

I’d just have to tell Mrs. Kato the truth: I was the worst detective ever.

I couldn’t even find a cat.

I can’t wait to continue my draft of THE SUP FILES! I have a few chapters down, and I’m in LOVE with Bria, Ty, and New Orleans so I know this will be quite the adventure!

Are you participating in YA Buccaneers’ Spring Writing Bootcamp? What else have you been working on?

Whimsically Yours,


July TCWT Blog Chain

Good Afternoon Readers 🙂  I’m here today as a part of the TCWT July Blog Chain.  I can honestly say this is one of the best characterization exercises I’ve ever done, all my characters are going to a therapy session now (yes, even…especially you Aziza).  The prompt is below, enjoy the scene!  Oh an btw, the character is the MC of my WIP, THE ALEX DE VEGA CHRONICLES.

“Take any character from one of your books and put them in a therapy session. Write a (short!) scene about what happens. (You can include multiple characters and make it a group therapy session.)”

The setting: A cool gray-painted office with a desk and small round table with chairs.  

“Alexandra,” said the middle-aged woman with bright red hair.  She nodded to the droid in the room.  It flipped open a keypad, and punched in a code.  On the wall behind the woman a screen app

eared revealing a 3D image of young girl of no more than twelve.

Across from the woman was the very girl pictured on the screen.  She was slouched low in the cushioned chair that enveloped her making her seem smaller than she was.  She didn’t like to feel small.

“Alex,” said the girl.  She blew a loose strand of her brown hair from her face.

“Excuse me,” said the woman, removing her black-rimmed glasses.  Alex assumed the woman liked old fashion stuff; she’d only seen lenses like that in museums.

“It’s Alex not Alexandra.”  The young girl leaned forward, tightening her grip on the chair’s arms.

“Yes, well your file says Alexandra so—

“Why am I here?”  snapped the girl.

“You know why you’re here, Alexandr—

“I want you to tell me.”

The woman sighed; they did say she’d be a difficult one to break.  “As a result of your background, the agency would like you to be reviewed before sending you into the field.  It’s standard procedure.”

“Really?” asked Alex.   “Because the last time I checked, I was the agency’s only hope.  I didn’t ask to be recruited.  I’m missing school for this.”

The woman flicked her hand and the screen changed.  “Alexandra de Vega.  Age 12.  You’ve missed thirty days of schools so far, and it’s only been in session for a few months.  The only reason you haven’t been expelled is you never miss more than a third of the day.”

Alex laughed.  “Clever me.  Middle school is boring.”

“You’ve been in our system since you turned nine.  Why is that Alex?  I also see your sist—

Alex leaped forward until she was inches away from the woman’s face.  The droid moved to restrain her but the woman shook her head, and the droid stepped back.   “Don’t talk about her,” said Alex.  “Don’t you dare utter her name.”

The woman smiled.  “Ah so you’re not so tough after all.  Alexandra, daughter of Maximilian Atlantis II’s leading crime lord of the de Vega crime family.  Do you see yourself going anywhere, Alex?”

When the woman said her name, it sent shivers through her body.  “Actually,” said Alex.  “You can just call me Alexandra.”

“You think you’re a criminal Alex,” said the woman, drawing out every syllable.  “You’re not.  Stealing a couple antiques, cars, and virtual reality games, reprogramming droids to tickle your teachers?  Your father would be ashamed.”

Alex rolled her eyes.  “Tell me something I don’t know, lady.  My father has my dufus brother and if they want to go around casing things together who cares.  To thine own self be true.  Well, here I am.  This.  Is.  Me.  I don’t see you trying to recruit either of them.”

“Shakespeare,” said the woman, raising her eyebrows.  “I didn’t think they still read that in schools.”

“They don’t,” said Alex.  “Like I said, school is boring.  It’s not worth my time.”

“I see,” said the woman, locking her hands together.  “Now Alex about your mothe—

Alex cocked her head to the side.  “That’s a nice ring you have.”  Alex’s brown eyes grew bright.

“Ah, yes,” said the woman, smiling distantly.  “It’s an old mood regulating ring my grandmother gave me.”

“I didn’t think they sold those anymore.”

“They don’t,” said the woman, holding her hand up to get a better look the ring that kept flickering between a light yellow to a bright red.

Alex leaned forward and grinned.  “I suppose it would be a pity if it were to go missing.”

Unconsciously, the woman leaned back in her chair.  “You would—

“I think we’re done here then,” said Alex, rising out of the chair.

The woman stood and yelled, “The session isn’t over yet.  I’m supposed to clear you for the miss—

“Listen,” said Alex, pivoting on her heels.  “You need me.  If you didn’t you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation.  So obviously no one thinks I’m that dangerous because I’d still be locked in the cell.”

Alex walked to the door only stopping once she reached it.  “I’m a de Vega,” said Alex, without turning around.  “de Vega’s never forget.”

As the door creaked to a close behind her, the woman sank in her chair.  Wiping the sweat from her brow, she exhaled.  “Close file,” she said aloud.

A robotic voice echoed from the screen, “Do you authorize Patient 2487269 for fieldwork?”

“Yes,” said the woman, placing a hand over her beating heart.  It was time to find a new job.

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Have you ever tried giving your characters a therapy session?  It’s a lot of fun & can reveal some interesting things about their personality!

Whimsically Yours,


WIP Updates!!!!

Hey Readers!  I’m so so excited to give you a special preview of my current/forever work-in-progress, BLOOD OF ISIS!!!  As you might know I’ve been working on this story forever (no, not really…only a year).  I wrote it last summer, edited it by the Fall, thought I was finished, started querying, got only one full request (ended in a no), worked with the amazing Taryn Albright, and realized I needed to go back to the drawing board and rework the plot.  I’m currently rewriting it and hope to be done by the time of WriteOnCon so I can get help perfecting my query, etc…

But here it is, I’d love to hear your comments but please remember this is a work-in-progress so it’s nowhere near its final version (even though the story will be staying the same).

Getting killed isn’t likely for the first day of a pre-college summer program. But that’s exactly what almost happens to seventeen-year-old Aziza Harper when she receives a mysterious jewel, from an old woman in Cairo, and is attacked by a classmate who sprouts a lion’s head and turns into the ruthless Egyptian Goddess Sekhmet.

To make matters worse, her grandma disappears and Aziza is dragged from the trashed apartment by teenagers claiming to be descendants of Egyptian deities. They are the Peacekeepers, members of the Order of Ma’at — an ancient society charged with keeping the balance between the mortal world and the world of the gods. To her dismay, Aziza is the one they’ve been waiting for, the heir of Isis, the one to whom the Blood of Isis, an ancient jewel holding Isis’ blood — with the power to give and take away life — will appear. The descendant fated to defeat the power-hungry god Seth thus restoring peace to the cosmos by ending a centuries old war between the agents of chaos and those of the light.

Now Aziza her newfound companions have until her eighteen birthday — four days away — to find the Eye of Horus and Eye of Ra. Two amulets that when combined with Isis’ blood will have the power to lock away Seth’s body and soul, forever. But to succeed, defeating Seth is not all Aziza must do; she must learn to trust in herself and her companions to find the real source of the chaos, the one who try to destroy them all.

If she fails not only will Aziza lose her life but she’ll lose the lives of the only friends she has ever had.


BLOOD OF ISIS (Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Fantasy; Word Count: … is a work-in-progress; I am currently in the process of rewriting it.


Also don’t forget to read the newly updated first chapter!  And share with me your (life/book…) updates as well 🙂

Whimsically Yours,


Whimsically Yours


Good Afternoon Readers!

I hope everyone is enjoying the winter, whether it is nice and sunny or rather cold & snowy (like it her, in Texas *gasp*).  So as many of you may remember I mentioned in the post before last, Endings and Beginnings, that I started a new writing project.  Well, today is the day that I finally reveal that new project to you…enjoy!


Genre: YA Contemporary


I think I’ve always been a writer.  Me, writing started as a way to share my feelings with the world.   As a child no one is really listening and well, I wanted to be heard.  ~Cassie

For most, freshman year in high school is a challenge, a time to begin figuring out who you are and what you want to do in your life.  But for fourteen-year-old Cassie, who has just gone through being the pawn in a brutal divorce and custody battle, freshman year is a time to start over.  

But Cassie doesn’t want to start over nor does she want to write in this “silly journal” her therapist gave her to “chronicle everything, as a way to help [her]  heal,  “whatever that means”.  

WHIMSICALLY YOURS is Cassie’s first-hand account of her freshman year: punching the 9th grade Queen Bee in the face, making a new friend, dealing with her mother’s remarriage, spending the night in the hospital as a result of alcohol poisoning  and ultimately forging for herself the person she wants to be.

So that’s the project and two interesting things about it are 1) it’s semi-autobiographical and 2) it scares me to write it, which is why I know I not only have to write but am meant to.  To quote Cherríe Moraga, “write from the point where you’re getting afraid”.

On my website I have Cassie’s first journal entry.  I’ve outlined the entire story, and I have about 1/5 of it finished.  I aim to have the manuscript finished before I go back to school (around January 25-6th).  As of now, other than saying semi-autobiographical YA Contemporary Fantasy, I guess to put you in the right state of mind it’s similar to Go Ask Alice (yet not as depressing & not even close to as much drug abuse), The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.

What are new/current projects you’re excited for?  How do you know if an idea is the right one to pursue/write about?

Whimsically Yours,


Endings and Beginnings

start - finishToday is the end, well almost nearly the end, of the first semester of my Sophomore year in college.  And, it feels great!  Why?  Because I know every ending is really just a new beginning sad thing is it can often take a whole semester to learn/remember that.

But honestly, aside from all the downs it has been a great semester for in this one semester I have increased my blog following to almost 500 followers from probably around 100 (if not less) as well as completed and started querying one manuscript and started several others.

However, as you may or may not know, I’ve been having quite the writer’s block lately but with a little help, I’ve figured out the source.

You see when you have a book that you pour your all into, the one you think is THE one.  And you face rejection in relation with that book, it effects you, even if you don’t think it does.  And well I, while I had no problem starting new projects, I couldn’t/haven’t been able to finish them because, even though I didn’t realize it, I kept comparing them to the feeling I felt when I was writing BLOOD OF ISIS.  And well, to be honest, that same feeling wasn’t there.

And now, well, let’s just say I have a new project, one that I love just as much, if not/probably more than BLOOD OF ISIS.  But this time, I’m ready, I know it’s going to be a long road but I also know that this one is the one I’m meant to write, plus I’m getting help from my genius (see the previous link) so that I’m not in this alone.  

For now, I’m calling it Whimsically Yours, a semi-autobiographical story, it’s different from what I usually write…just what I need, and well that’s about all I’m sharing for now.  It’s funny because as hard as I tried during NaNoWriMo to write about 1,700 words a day, I couldn’t.  Now I write about 1,500 words a day without even thinking about it.  I just started it but by then end of this week i should be at/near the 15,000 word mark so how about, if I get there I will post a working blurb of ze project!

As for the other things in my life, well, they are clearing up for as my father once said to me, “Tomorrow is a new day and the sun will rise, the real question is whether or not you will rise with it?”  So I urge you to give yourself one final push to end the year strong but don’t worry about pushing yourself too much because sometimes what we really need is a break.  And remember, regardless of how this year, month, week, day ends…tomorrow will be a new day and a new beginning 🙂

How has your year been, what goals do you have for the end of the year???

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Whimsically Yours,