SOME GREAT LINKS For WRITERS...
A great site where you can look up agents, the genres they represent, the time it takes for them to respond, and even track your queries.
AGENT QUERY: http://agentquery.com/
Another great site like Query Tracker.
AGENTS’ MANUSCRIPT WISH LISTS: http://mswishlist.com/
This is a place to go to see what agents and editors are looking for.
TWITTER: #MSWL: MSWL twitter link
The Twitter link to ""real time"" hints, tips and wishlists of agents and editors - BUT PLEASE do not pitch your story on this twitter site.
PREDITORS AND EDITORS: http://pred-ed.com/pubagent.ht
A place to check and see if an agent or editor is reputable.
MANUSCRIPT WORD COUNTS: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/
The perfect place to see if your word count is in the right ballpark.
WRITER’S DIGEST GUIDE TO LITERARY AGENTS: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/
A treasure trove of information about agents and more...
PUBTIPS ON TWITTER: https://twitter.com/search?q=%23PUBTIPS&src=typd
Tips about publishing.
TWITTER COMMUNITY WRITER LINK: https://twitter.com/amwriting
An on-line community where you can share the trials and tribulations of being a writer, and get support, encouragement and inspiration.
The Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators website
BRENDA DRAKE: http://www.brenda-drake.com/
A fount of information with contests that help you get published, find an agent or simply help you perfect your craft.
CONTRIBUTED BY MFRW Author Kimbra Kasch
Growing up in a family with 9 kids and 1 t.v., I spent my days reading and, later, writing. I love books. . .maybe because I never got to pick what shows we watched. I’d run home after school to catch the last fifteen minutes of Dark Shadows...
I still love to run especially in Halloween-themed runs - where people wear costumes, while running. It's a lot of fun...I know those two words don't go together: fun...and...run. But it is and I guess Dark Shadows influenced me more than I thought because Stephen King’s Salem's Lot is my favorite book.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Kim-Kasch/e/B00ZOAUKMO
Young Adult Paranormal
Midnight Frost Books
Demonic tattoo artist comes to town in DEMON’S INK.
Drake and Bartos come to the Pacific Northwest, where they open yet another tattoo shop but Bartos has no trouble dealing with the competition because there’s nothing normal about his art. And he’s stealing more than clients from the local skin artists. He's stealing their souls.
Customers fall in love with Bartos Slinderman’s tats but end up paying the ultimate price for their purchase because unlike Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray, they can’t walk away from this art and it’s beautiful until the artwork takes on a life of its own...
DEMON’S INK: Art that’s more than you bargained for... Drake has to choose between love or his soul.
Expectations can ruin everything. Like thinking my senior year was going to be something special. What a set up that was.
I should have known better than to get my hopes up.
I’d never been lucky. No one in my family was. I was six when I’d heard grandpa say, “We come from a long line of losers.” He was talking to my Dad. I don’t even know about what. But, now, I know I should have listened.
Dad had gone to prison, leaving Mom and me worse than ever. And we’d never been good but, at least while he’d hung around, she acted like things were okay. Now she wasn’t even pretending. Really, it was worse than that; she wasn’t even getting up off the couch any more.
I’d come home from school to find her passed out. The first couple times it freaked me out. Seeing her face-planted in the front room, not knowing if she was dead or alive, I didn’t want to find her like that, to have to turn her over to check if she was still breathing but I did. . . and I had no idea if she was high or drunk. I didn’t even care because what difference did it make? She was out of it and that was all that mattered.
So, after Dad went to jail, I was completely alone until Bartos made me a deal I couldn’t refuse but that was later.
For weeks, I’d come home after class and make a sandwich—if there was bread—otherwise it was a bowl of cereal for breakfast and dinner, sometimes I’d eat it dry because the milk had gone bad.
I knew I was going to have to get a job if I wanted to survive and I’d started looking around but that was right before everything changed.
It was late one Thursday evening. I still remember because I was thinking, “Only one more day…” I just didn’t know how right I was.
I don’t know what woke me up that night. Maybe it was the smell, the heat, the sound of my Mom screaming. I really don’t know. But I opened my eyes to the thick burning haze of a room filled with smoke.
I’d gone down into the basement that night and fallen asleep.
Looking around, I already knew there were no windows. I was trapped.