As I've said before, since my debut is a Young Adult science-fiction novel, I wanted to bring attention to others in the genre. Though Small, Angry Planet is not a Young-Adult sci-fi, I totally thought it worth a giveaway. So…
Dear Book Boyfriends,
The other week I wrote a letter to Nancy Drew, the female character that influenced my life the most. I thought it fitting to also write a letter to the male character who influenced my life.
I couldn’t name any of you.
All my male book influencers just turned out to be book boyfriends. A shallow relationship that made my heart pump a little faster but left my soul untouched.
This included all of you–from Flynn Rider to Lewis from Meet the Robinsons to John in I Am Number Four to Jonas in The Giver to Kvothe. Don’t get me started on Ender’s Game. The kid is, like, 6? 8? I’m not convinced you’re that young, Ender.
Do you remember the episode of The Magic School Bus where the kids and Ms. Frizzle travel into the nervous system. That one was one of my favorite episodes. Even as a kid, I loved all things brain related. Partly…
October means Halloween means free stuff! And not just free candy. FREE BOOKS!! And, just like trick-or-treating, everybody comes away with something! So, can we call it book-or-treating? Young Adult books come in all shapes and sizes. Some star werewolves…
I mentioned in an earlier post I wanted to wanted to bring more attention to other fun sci-fi/fantasy books out there in the world my book, When Planets Fall, is a YA Science fiction novel. So, when I stumbled across…
One of the most-often-questions asked a writer is “what’s your inspiration behind the book”? Most of the time we give a blank look. “Uh. I looked in the fridge. Put in a little bit of this. Little of that. Some leftovers here. And look! An omelette-book!”
At least. That’s how I feel 🙂
But When Planets Fall is one of the few projects I can actually trace an “origin” story to. I thought it’d be fun to share it. So let’s strap in our time machine and take an adventure back to Abby’s high school years.
Going into my freshmen year of high school, I attended summer camp at Hume Lake, a Christian camp in California near my home. There were water blobs, competition, one-piece bathing suits, and, oh yes, boys. The theme of this camp was Abby’s-not-in-junior-high anymore. Kidding (sort of).
Xenoviv. That was the theme. A mashup of Greek and Hebrew words to create the idea that this world is not our home.
The camp directors, besides being super-hot according to teen me, created a mini movie series about characters in an alien land, space suits, the works. I loved it. And not just ‘cause of the thick facial hair onscreen. That idea of Xenoviv stuck with me.
Fast forward seven years.