Review: WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI

First of all let me say this: I’ve been waiting  with bated breath for WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI by Sandhya Menon to come out ever since I heard about it. I mean, a Bollywood style YA? What’s not to love? So when I recently got my hands on an ARC I was thrilled. Unfortunately it took me a little while to start reading because dear hubs, also an avid Bollywood fan, got his grubby fingers on it before I did and so I had to wait patiently. By the time he was done and I started, we were on our way to Santa Monica to attend YALLWEST. You can read all about that experience here.

I was still reading it on the plane and when we landed at LAX we decided to grab some lunch. Afterwards I got lost on my way back from the restrooms as one tends to do (okay maybe not most people, but I am directionally challenged). Anyway, while I was wandering around the terminal trying to locate dear hubs, who do I spy but Sandhya Menon, the author of WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI. Of course, since I’d never met her before in my life, I couldn’t be 100% sure. But like Rishi, I believe in kismet and also, I knew she in the lineup for YALLWEST and it wasn’t that far-fetched that she would also fly into LAX. So unlike a normal person I did not quietly continue the search for my husband, who by this time was no doubt panicking about his lost wife. No, I actually walked up to her, confirmed she was indeed Sandhya Menon and not some other unsuspecting passenger and proceeded to give her an exuberant hug. I can’t imagine what she must have thought about being accosted by a complete stranger in the airport (okay, maybe I can. She will probably always travel incognito from now on).

Of course she was perfectly lovely and gracious. She didn’t even run away the next day when we went up  to her after a panel at YALLWEST. My husband was not too impressed with my stalkerish behavior but after he met her and we chatted for a few minutes, he was convinced that things were fine.

The sad thing is, in all the excitement, I forgot to take a picture with her and worst of all, I DID NOT GET AN AUTOGRAPH!! I had the book in my purse the entire time.

Anyhow, I finished the book and let me tell you it was glorious!

I cannot say this enough: it was beyond amazing to read about a character who could have been one of my daughters. They are South Asian, children of immigrants, a leg in each world and they hardly ever get to see themselves reflected in YA. My older daughter, now 22, was an avid reader all through elementary and high school. There were no books with characters who looked like her or came from a similar background. So as I was reading, there were many moments of feeling connected and rejoicing.

What I loved most about this book was that it showcased two very different kinds of South Asian teens. Dimple is fiercely independent, has her own idea of what she wants her life to be and fights her parents, while Rishi is more traditional and feels responsible for his parents’ happiness. With so few books out there featuring POC it becomes more important to convey to readers that no culture is a monolith. South Asians are not all alike, any more than people of any other ethnicity.

And then there were the scenes with her parents and other relatives. Sandhya’s sense of humor is delightful. I could hear the voices in my head as clearly as if I were watching a Bollywood movie or drama. It was fun and light, while at the same time tackling the deeper issue of two very smart and driven young people finding their place in the world.

I can’t wait for this book to come out soon and watch people rave about it.

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YALLWEST 2017

On April 29 I attended my first ever YALLWEST Book Festival and the experience was so much more than I had expected. Before going, I’d read about it and how there were around 20000 people in attendance last year. I expected it to be crazy, but surprisingly it wasn’t. So here are some of my highlights of the event:

It was in sunny Santa Monica.

After leaving Raincouver, the sunny but breezy Santa Monica weather was an absolute delight. My hubs and I decided to make a weekend of it, so it was all the more special to have him by my side as we walked along Third Street Promenade enjoying the Salsa dancers and musicians.

A whole day with writerly people.

I spent an entire day surrounded by fabulously talented bookish people. I mean, what’s not to love about that? My fave authors were there, plus I met four of the amazing Pitch Wars peeps whom I’ve come to know on Twitter but not in person. It was definitely extra special to meet them in real life.

The panels were amazing.

One of the things that got me all emotional was sitting in the audience and realizing that many of the panels were composed of very diverse authors, but the topic was not Diversity. This might not sound like a big deal to some, but sadly, the only time I have attended a panel with diverse authors has been when the topic was actually Diversity and the discussion centered around how important it was to read and write diversely. So it was a refreshing surprise for me to listen to a discussion of Love and the Modern Millennial by such inspiring authors as Nicola Yoon, Lilliam Rivera, Sandhya Menon, Adi Alsaid and Kami Garcia.

Long Line-Ups

I know, this doesn’t sound like it should be a highlight. But while I stood baking in the sun for over an hour to get my hands on an ARC of Saints and Misfits by S.K. Ali (so totally worth it btw) I looked around. The line extended far behind me, people of all ages and backgrounds, waiting for a book about a hijabi girl. It made my heart sing, because there was a time not long ago when people told me no one would want to read about an Indian or a Pakistani MC and that I should try to get published ‘back home’. So it brought on all the feels when I stood there and listened to the chatter around me about this book and the anticipation was infectious.

The Perfect Ending

The last panel attended that day was Writing the Resistance. The panelists were Sona Charaipotra, Victoria Aveyard, Marie Marquardt and Benjamin Alire Saenz, moderated by Daniel Jose Older. They were all inspirational, but when Benjamin Alire Saenz began to speak I had tears in my eyes. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one. He spoke about love and hurt and how we are all connected. I cannot adequately convey the emotion in that gym, but I can definitely say it was the perfect ending to an amazing day.

So for those of you who’ve been thinking about going next year, check it out. It’s a great event, full of avid readers and great authors, networking opportunities, giveaways and lots of fun events. A perfect weekend for writerly people.

How I Got My Agent & Why You Should Never Give Up The Dream

It’s been over a year since I last posted and what a year it’s been. There have been moments of despair, but more importantly there have been triumphs and those have made all the other stuff seem insignificant.

So, I want to share the journey that brought me here, mainly because I found some much-needed encouragement in reading about the journeys of others and I hope that someone might find that same kind of hope from reading about mine.

I’ve been at this writing thing for a few years now and started out by self-publishing a YA Fantasy novel in 2014. It was a great learning experience, but I quickly realized that the time and resources required to have significant sales were outside my scope. I tried to continue with Book 2 of the series, but the fire had gone out and eventually I decided that I would shelve that project.

The seed of an idea for a new novel had begun to grow at around the same time and I began to play with it, but the more I read about traditional publishing, the more I convinced myself that it would never happen for me.

But then one fine day in April I saw a tweet about DVpit, a great Twitter pitching event created for marginalized authors by the amazing  Beth Phelan of The Bent Agency . It was a week away and it lit a fire under me. I came up with several pitches for the event and began to write furiously.

DVpit came and went and it was the most thrilling and reaffirming experience I ever had. I got 30 agent requests and I was over the moon with joy. Finally I was going to find a agent and then I would get published and everything would be perfect from there on out.

I rode on this high for quite a few weeks, even after the first few rejections came rolling in. By June the rest of the rejections had come in and I ended up with 2 R&R’s, which I guess was better than none. But there was just one problem: I had no idea how to revise the manuscript. I read dozens of articles on revising, anything I could get hold of, but ultimately I was stuck. I entered another couple of Twitter pitch contests, eternal optimist that I am, but none of those panned out either. I was in the worst kind of slump. I had a manuscript which had the potential of getting me an agent, but it wasn’t the best version of itself yet and I was at a loss about how to get it there.

I’d been tinkering around with it for about a month or so, with not much sense of direction, when I found out about Pitch Wars. Read about this fantastic, potentially life-changing event, created by the wonderful Brenda Drake here. My first reaction was to ignore it, not get my hopes high, because by this point I didn’t think I could handle any more rejection. I decided to take a short social media hiatus, just to try and get myself back to a place where I wouldn’t feel bitter and dejected every time I saw book related news. It got so bad that I even avoided the book aisle in my local grocery store. Things were bleak, but there was still a part of me that wasn’t ready to give up.

About a week before the Pitch Wars deadline, I cautiously decided to venture onto Twitter again. I was scrolling through the feed when I saw a tweet by Pitch Wars mentor Natasha Neagle offering a query critique to one lucky follower. On an impulse I followed her and a few minutes later she tweeted that I had won the query critique. That was the moment when I first felt a spark of hope, that maybe there was light at the end of the tunnel.

I sent my query to her and then I waited. I was sure she would say that it was a good start, but there were too many things wrong with it. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long and when I heard back, I was overjoyed to hear that she loved my query and was excited to read more.

But the demons of self-doubt had grown strong over the last few months and until the very last day, I was still not completely sure that I wanted to put myself out there again. But I did. And it was the best decision of my writing career so far. I waited an agonizing couple of weeks to find out whether or not I’d made it. But then I did. And Natasha was going to be my mentor. At last I could stop holding my breath and relax. At least until all the hard work began. But I was more than ready for it. I was prepared to give this manuscript all I had and with the help of my amazing mentor, we had it polished just in time for the agent round.

The agent round was so much more than I’d expected. I had several offers and in the end I chose to go with Hillary Jacobson of ICM Partners, a decision I am so thankful for every day.

The reason for my rambling post is not to whine about how difficult my journey so far has been, because let’s face it, there are people who have faced far more obstacles than I have. It’s so easy to despair and get caught up in everyone else’s success and even be a little envious and wonder when it will happen for us. And it’s perfectly okay to allow ourselves a small pity party, because we’ve worked hard at this and it’s not fair that it’s taking so long. But then we have to shake it off and get back on it. And doing that can be really hard. Because as much as anyone will tell you that rejections aren’t meant to be personal, they really are. And they hurt. A lot. But if we can turn that hurt into drive then we haven’t lost.

So to anyone who is in that place where I was just a few months ago, I urge you: please don’t give up. Because if you do the world may miss out on something truly wonderful. And that would be the real loss.

 

 

 

 

By sabina khan Posted in writing

Celebrating the Little Things

The last few months have been trying ones for me and the amazing women who are my closest friends. We always try to tighten the circle when one of us needs the extra support. Recently we have been there for each other as we lost parents, worried about our aging ones and stressed about our teen and young adult children. It’s easy to forget about the many little things that bring us joy when we feel so overwhelmed by the big things that seem to come at us with a vengeance.

I don’t want us to lose sight of the little things as everything else engulfs us. I look at my friends and I am in awe of them. For taking back control of their lives, for not letting anyone diminish their accomplishments, for knowing when to be there for their families and when to stand up for themselves. I draw strength from them, knowing that they will remind me to pay attention to the little things too.

A few days ago I got an email saying that my book Realm of the Goddess  was selected as a First Place Category Award Winner in the 2015 Paranormal Awards for Supernatural Powers and Paranormal Fiction. I allowed myself a moment of feeling thrilled but then was immediately distracted by other big things going on in my day.

It wasn’t until later on in the middle of the night when I was staring at the ceiling that it hit me. My little self-published book had won something. And that reminded me that we need to acknowledge the small victories because they will give us the courage to go for the big ones.

 

YA Scavenger Hunt Fall 2015

Welcome to YA Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was first organized by author Colleen Houck as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 72 hours!

                Hello! I am Sabina Khan and I will be your host for this leg of the hunt.

10733772_878872508789928_2805453803771163663_oA little bit about me:

I LOVE karaoke!

And puppies. When I’m rich and famous I want to rescue puppies and cuddle them all day.

I love to learn languages: Currently I speak German, Bengali, Urdu, Hindi and of course English. I’m mastering the art of procrastination in writing by learning Spanish online.

While I was writing my first book I made two new best friends: gummy worms and vodka.

But enough about me. You are currently hunting on the Pink Team!

Team Pink

YASH PINK TEAM 2015

Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are SIX contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the PINK TEAM–but there is also a red team, a gold team, an orange team, a blue team,a teal team, a purple team and a green team for a chance to win a whole different set of signed books!

If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page.

SCAVENGER HUNT PUZZLE

Directions: Below, somewhere in this post, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my favorite number. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the pink team, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).

Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.

Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by Oct 4 at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

Today I’m thrilled to be hosting the fabulous Kate Karyus Quinn for the YA Scavenger Hunt.

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Kate Karyus Quinn is an avid reader and menthol chapstick addict. She has lived in California and Tennessee, but recently made the move back to her hometown of Buffalo, New York, with her husband and two children in tow. She promised them wonderful people, amazing food, and weather that would… build character. She is the author of ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE, (DON’T YOU) FORGET ABOUT ME, and the upcoming DOWN WITH THE SHINE (April 16th, 2016) all from HarperTeen.

Find out more information by checking out the author website or find more about the author’s book here! 

www.katekaryusquinn.com

Kate Quinn

Check out her book here:

http://www.amazon.com/Among-Shadows-Stories-Darkness-Light-ebook/dp/B013TOA7W4

Even the lightest hearts have shaded corners to hide the black thoughts that come at night. Experience the darker side of young adult as 13 authors explore the places that others prefer to leave among the shadows. Including stories from: Lenore Appelhans, Joelle Charbonneau, Kelly Fiore, Geoffrey Girard, Justina Ireland, Lydia Kang, RC Lewis, Demitria Lunetta, Mindy McGinnis, Gretchen McNeil, Phoebe North, Kate Karyus Quinn, and Beth Revis.

And that’s not all! Enjoy some EXCLUSIVE CONTENT from Kate:

from THE ONE TRUE MIRANDA LIEU

Everyone has their breaking point. Turns out mine is having my father return from the dead.
I come home from school and there he is standing with Mother in the middle of the living room. His arm draped along her shoulders. Hers around his waist. They can’t possibly be comfortable. It looks as if they’re posing for a picture, and I can’t help but wonder how long they’ve been waiting here. But then again they never do seem quite at ease when they’re together.
“Miranda, isn’t this a surprise?” my mother squeals, proving once again that she has mastered the art of the understatement. It’s a shame they don’t hand out trophies for that type of thing.
“I hate surprises,” I answer. Which is true and which she would know if she paid the least bit of attention to me beyond what I’m wearing and how many times I’ve frowned (“Always aim for a zero frowny face day!”).
My distrust of surprises goes all the way back to my fifth birthday party. It was on that bright and sunny day when I received a beautiful pink pony, her flowing mane braided and bowed. She was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen and she was all mine to keep forever and always. In that first glimpse of her I imagined us having a million different adventures together. My love was instant and complete.
Still it was difficult to be gracious when my parents insisted my party guests be allowed to ride her before me. “After today she’s all yours and only yours, Miranda,” Father said with the same warm chuckle that always accompanied reprimands or admonishments to behave better. “Let the other children have a chance.”
So I waited and waited until at last it was my turn. Of course, my parents had to make it a big production. As I approached the pony, a carrot clutched in my fist, all the other kids circled around, clapping and cheering. Just as I stretched out a hand to stroke her velvety soft nose, there was a terrible rumbling sound.
And then the beautiful pink pony spontaneously combusted.
So when someone mentions a surprise, perhaps it is inevitable that it always makes me think of being spattered with pink pony guts and the feel of them dripping off my face while all around me my friends screamed and screamed and screamed.
This then is why I don’t rush to hug and kiss my long-lost father. One never knows who might blow up next.
Also, I rather hate him. I’d been told not to say such things when he was dead, but seeing as how he’s miraculously resurrected, it looks like hating him is back on the table again.
Trust me, I have my reasons for it.
A year ago I caught him getting it on with Miss Gruber. Even naked I recognized her immediately. She’d been my teacher for kindergarten and then again in third grade. I’d had fond memories of her. She was always so encouraging. “Good job, sweetie,” she’d say to everyone, even the kids who were doing a terrible job. With my father it was more of a “Yes, yes, just like that, sweetie baby,” but the chirpy tone of encouragement was grossly familiar.
Really, it wasn’t the cheating that had bothered me. I’d never believed my parents were in love or even particularly liked each other. But all that naked shaking flesh was unpleasant. Worse yet was my father announcing, “I’m sorry you walked in on me having relations with a woman who is clearly not your mother.” Sometimes my father talked like he had a robot living inside him. Maybe that’s why he’s alive again.
Anyway, after he’d gotten dressed and sent Miss Gruber home we’d had a talk. He apologized and said he’d done things he wasn’t proud of. A few tears had fallen (his, not mine; it’s been years since I’ve given anyone the satisfaction of seeing me cry) and he’d quickly wiped them away. Then he asked if I was still his “little kitten?” I’d known the correct answer was, “Yes, of course.” But honestly, had I ever been his little kitten? I had vague memories of him saying it once or twice when I was younger. Almost as if he was trying it out. But for him to bring it back after all this time . . .
“Kitten!” he exclaims now, apparently reading my mind, except not the part of it that thinks his nickname for me is gross and wrong.
“Surprise!” Mother says once more.
“I was never really dead,” Father adds, that old chuckle bubbling up. “It was all just for the insurance money.”
Mother glares at him like he’s stepped on her lines. The moment feels familiar in a way that is neither warm nor comforting. She’s always given him that same glare, as if every time he speaks he’s stealing the words out of her mouth. Now she hisses, “Wait ’til she asks the question, darling.”
I stare at my parents. These two strange slippery people that seem less knowable and more changeable the older I get. Oh I love them, of course. I suppose. But dear gods, I’d have given anything to know that I wouldn’t have to share the same small town with them for the rest of my life.
We all stare at each other as the clock loudly ticks the seconds. None of us spontaneously combust. I try not to be disappointed.
Available April 26th, 2016 from HarperTeen

Wasn’t that awesome? Check out all the authors on the 8 teams in the Scavenger Hunt and discover your new favorites!

To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is…8. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the pink team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!

Bonus Draw

Thank you so much for visiting my website! While you’re here, don’t forget to enter the bonus draw I am running exclusively during the YA Scavenger Hunt.

For the BONUS draw, do the following (see the Rafflecopter link below):

-Tweet about #YASH

-Comment on this blog: Who is your favourite goddess from any mythology and why?

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For the bonus contest  I will be giving away Ebook copies of my book REALM OF THE GODDESS.

Thank you so much for visiting my blog!

CONTINUE THE HUNT

To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author:

Kai McCarthy by visiting her website here:

http://kaimccarthy.blogspot.com/

Cover Reveal: Dutch by Madhuri Blaylock

My most awesome writerly friend Madhuri Blaylock  of the amazing Sanctum Series has done it again. Feast your eyes on the cover of Dutch, the first in her Keeper Series.
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Book: Dutch (The Keeper Series #1)

Author: Madhuri Blaylock

Genre: Erotic Romance

A dark raunchy romance 

Releases 12th October

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Synopsis:

Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.

Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.

And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her sharp banter, beautiful smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.

Set in New York City and Trivandrum, Dutch, The Keeper Series Book One, is a unique and sexy urban fairytale – a must read for anyone who likes their raunch with a twist of romance and a hint of magic. 

Watch for it to hit shelves 12th October

Pre-order links

Amazon UK
Amazon US

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Meet the Author:

Madhuri is that Indian girl everyone thinks is Black, or Spanish, or Black and Spanish. She’s from down South, has lived in the New York City area for more than twenty years, and is proof that you can take the girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl.

She loves Old Scout bourbon, tattoos, french fries, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, her mom’s Indian food, all kinds of naughty, filthy things, Friday Night Lights, coffee, and Martha’s Vineyard. She can wiggle her ears, flare her nostrils, and curl her tongue.

She is an introvert who can fool people into thinking she’s an extrovert, all the while wishing she was home alone, not having to speak to a soul, lost in a fantastical world of her own creation.

As the great Charles Bukowski said, she writes because it comes bursting out of her. She cannot stop it, nor does she want to.

She’s the author of the paranormal romance trilogy, The Sanctum, and the upcoming erotic romance, The Keeper Series. In a past life, when she was much sweeter and kind of shy, she developed and published the middle reader series, Ayesha’s Teenage Survival Files.

She does other things to pay the bills.

Social Links:

Website: https://madhuriblaylock.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/thesanctumtrilogy?fref=ts

Twitter: https://twitter.com/@madhuriblaylock/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7323620.Madhuri_Blaylock

My Stories… Not My People

The other day I was thinking back to the stories I wrote as a child. I was about 7 years old and had moved from Germany to Bangladesh around that time. I had switched from reading my favorite Enid Blyton books in German to reading them in English. Although learning to speak and read in English changed many things for me, what didn’t change were the characters in those books. They were all still white. Every single one of them. I remember being fascinated with everything they did, the interesting food they ate, their traditions and lifestyles. I loved reading about their (mis)adventures and the trouble they got into. As a voracious reader I always enjoyed a wide variety of books, but still…all the characters were white. So it was not surprising that when I wrote my first stories the characters in all of them were also white. They all had names like Nancy or Tom, even though in real life I was surrounded by people with names like Hassan or Seema. It never occurred to me that my characters could be something other than white. They didn’t eat sumptuous Bengali sweets or biryani. They ate fine chocolates and fish and chips. They didn’t wear kurtas or shalwar-kameez. They wore jeans and t-shirts. None of these things by themselves constitute anything untoward at all, but when I look at children’s fiction today and what is available in terms of diverse characters, it saddens me to think that there are still thousands of children around the world who may never see themselves reflected in the stories they love to read. Or even worse, they may never think it possible that they could be super heroes who fight evil. Or that they may be the ones to save the world. It’s depressing. And it’s time for change.

The 2K International Writers’ Blog Tour – Cheryle Baker

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Cheryle Baker

Hello, I am Cheryle Baker.  I use C.Lightwalker for my virtual escapades thus the name of my Blog “Lightwalkers Blog”.

Cheryle Bill Hill Springs 2011I may not qualify for this tour.  I am not a published writer, in fact I recently enrolled in WordPress Blogging U 101, as a way to discipline myself to write on a regular basis, be accountable to doing the writing and to have some sort of structure.   I write sporadically, mostly for myself.  My main focus has been on poetry.  I attended courses Intermediate, Advanced and Form Poetry taught by Micheline Maylor at Alexandra’s Writers Society Centre in Calgary a number of years ago.

What is the first piece you remember writing (from childhood or young adulthood)?

When my great grandfather passed way, I received the phone call. I about 15 at the time.  My Mother and Father were out, probably at a Friday night dinner.  My…

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By sabina khan Posted in writing

The 2K International Writers’ Blog Tour – Kimberly DuBoise

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Featured Image -- 454Our interviewee for this Monday is – Kimberly DuBoise.

I live in the Midwest with my husband, cat and dog. I have taught preschool in the public school system for ten years. I have written and published a book of poetry and a non-fiction book on faith. If I am not reading or writing I am probably cooking or walking. My blog is called the tinypoet because I am tiny – 4’6 to be exact. I have Turner Syndrome, which impacts my daily life and thus my writing.

What is the first piece you remember writing (from childhood or young adulthood)?

kim bookI wrote a book titled “The Hidden Castle” when I was nine and still have it. I remember choosing the cover. It was fun to illustrate, too. It is a mystery, action story that reflected my love of Nancy Drew back then! I got an A+ on it, still…

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The 2K International Writers’ Blog Tour – Suzanne M. Brazil

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Suzanne M. Brazil

suzanneMy name is Suzanne M. Brazil. I grew up mainly in the Midwest and live less than an hour north of Chicago with my husband and son. We have a daughter getting married in June and our son is in college. I’ve been writing my whole life. When I’m upset, happy, loving, homicidal – it all comes out first in a letter in my head. I once tap danced in a Las Vegas showgirl type outfit in a variety show in Texas and I have owned two horses (neither in Texas). I’ve been published twice in Writer’s Digest and several time in local publications. I finished my first draft of my first novel in August 2014 and am in the thick of revisions. I blog, riff and revise from my daughter’s old bedroom at a desk my husband made for me.

What is the first piece you…

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