Sore Backs, Grace Prep and Holy Crap it's HOT Outside!

Heyheyhey!

So tomorrow I am going to be doing a 10 minutes presentation at Grace Prep. It's a local school and it's pretty small but it's going to be my first time speaking as an author to a group of unknown people. I'm really excited but also really nervous. What am I going to talk about?

I figure I'll just do what I usually do; wing it. I'm going to have a rough idea of what I might want to talk about and then just go and ramble and rant for my allotted amount of time. That's what I do for every speech or presentation I have to do for school or 4-H. I just wing it.

And I'm pretty awesome at it, not gonna lie. But I'm nervous because this is my first real pitch as an author. This is a big step in getting my book into the hands of readers and I want them to buy my book and enjoy it.

So, yeah. I will most definitely keep you posted. But thoughts and prayers are welcomed and appreciated. :D

Bananas?

Moriah Jane

Queries and New Beginnings

Kissing itself it an art, but the world imploded when he kissed me.

I pulled back, and stared at his mouth, a sense of nostalgia washing over me. How many times had my lips touched his? Too many to count.

“What?” His forehead creased in concern.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, shaking my head lightly. “Nothing.”

He pulled me back in, and I allowed myself to be taken by the heat and the smell and the taste of him. He’d been mine for almost a year now, though it seemed like much longer. But summer was coming to a close and I could sense the deadline in the chill of the air.

He leaned back against the car door, and I followed him, leaning over the awkward E-brake. He coaxed me against him, bare chest to bare chest, and I melted once more.

I broke the kisses, turning my face from his.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing-“

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing.” His fingers came up to touch my face, drawing my eyes back to his. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” I would not cry. “Two years is… a long time.”

“I will write you. Whenever I can.”

I nodded his promise aside. “I know, I know. Still.”

“Yeah.” His mouth pulled over in a small, apologetic smile. “I want to go, though.”

“I know you do. And you know I support you in this.”

The smile became genuine. “I know.”

 I blinked, looking into those emotive, dark blue eyes. I would not cry.

“We still have some time left before I go,” he offered.

I kissed him as a way of answering. ‘Some time’ would not be enough.

Forever wouldn’t have been enough.

That is the beginning to the new book I'm considering writing. In fact, the story really has nothing to do with the boy aforementioned, but it has everything to do with his absence and her way of coping with loss.

But let's talk for a moment about queries. Earlier this week, I queried an agency named Baker's Mark, and that same day I got a reply back: no. I do have to say, they were very polite and efficient, but it was still a little bit of a slap. They didn't even need some time to  consider me. I was out before I got started.

I really want an agent: that's the goal. I want people to get copies of my book IN Barnes & Nobles and Wal Mart and every place that might sell a mainstream novel. I want to go to book signings and not have to worry about working because I will love my job THAT much. I want to be an author -- a REAL author.

So, yes, I am feeling a little discouraged of late. But after I'm done with this blog, I'm going to prepare another query for another agent. I can't win the prize if I don't play the game.

Hoorah,

Moriah Jane

Thoughts on Prom Queen

Hello!

Prom is next friday! I'm super excited for a number of reasons. These reasons being:
1) I get to hang out with my very best friends.
2) I get to hang out with my classmates.
3) I get to dress up and feel awesome.
4) I am running for Prom Queen.

Now, if you know me at all, you might be surprised. Prom Queen? Moriah? REALLY!? I know, I know. But I really, really want to win and will be extremely disappointed if I don't.

I know that prom isn't that big of a deal, but I like it! I'm not super hardcore about it, but I love the glamour and the going out and dressing up and I LOVE the dancing! There's just something about it that makes me go absolutely girly. And I want to be Prom Queen.

Ever since I was little, I wanted to be Prom Queen and I'm not sure why. I made sure not to sign up to run for any other Queen (Like Homecoming, Winter Wonderland or Valentine's) because if I happened to win any of those, I wouldn't be able to run for Prom Queen. I have been preparing myself for this for quite a while. There's just something about the idea that my peers voting for me to be their Prom Queen that really gets to me. I would probably cry if I got it haha.

I guess it's because I've always hated being called a Princess or the like. I've been uncomfortable with my femininity for so long that it's almost grating if someone tells me I'm cute or pretty or even beautiful. I never feel like that's who I am. But I think I would feel that way, if I were to get dressed up and be in my element and then be crowned.

Which is kind of silly, because I've got my outfit planned out and I will be pretty no matter if I get that crown or not. I realize that. But I can't help the way I feel, and I'm not making this blog to sound sane or smart or whatever. I'm here to tell you what I think.

Anyway, one of my good friends is running against me, so I don't expect to get it. But either way, I really want to be Prom Queen. We shall see.

I'm Cool, Crowned or Not,

Moriah Jane