|shhh... don't tell anyone I'm here.|
So, Kate faked me out.
Said right here that Teachers Write was ending on the 12th.
Hmmm. Maybe she's trying to get rid of me.
So I thought LAST week, was the last Friday Feedback of the summer.
Guess I've got egg on my face.
If you missed last week, there were nice parting gifts and everything. I'm hoping a few of you will make it far enough in your writing to take me up on them soon!
So, anyway, yeah, I said last week was the last, so I lied, so shhhhh. Let's not tell anyone we're here. I mean, how can I close out the last week of Teachers Write without a Friday Feedback?
So, instead of an excerpt from a WIP from me, how about the first few paragraphs and a peek at the beautiful cover for my next YA, THE SUMMER OF LETTING GO -- since it's starting to pop up everywhere anyway.
ARC's in October. Release in March.
I can't wait for a second book.
If you'd like to post an excerpt, I'll read and give feedback. Like always. Come on. You know you want to. And don't forget THE RULES.
Happy end of summer, and happy back to school for those of you back in your classrooms already.
It’s not even noon in not even July, yet already the sun bakes down hot and steady, making the air waffle like an oily mirage.
Lisette walks ahead of me, her blond ponytail bobbing happily, the stray strands lit gold by the sunshine that spills down through the fresh green canopy of leaves. Bradley holds tight to her hand, ducks to avoid the low-hanging branches. Prickles of sweat appear between his shoulder blades — dark gray spots against the pale blue cotton of his T-shirt that mesmerize me.
I shift my gaze to my spring green, no-lace Converse sneakers, wondering for the millionth time what it would feel like to have my hand in his.
As if he reads my thoughts, he turns for a second and smiles. My heart somersaults. I shouldn’t feel this way about Lisette’s boyfriend.