Hope all is well with you!
In writing news, I recently completed a manuscript geared toward middle grade readers, a category for kids ages 8 to 12. When my sister Kay and I recently talked about the books we read and loved as kids (Charlotte's Web, The Borrowers, Five Little Peppers, The Secret Language, the Edward Eager books),we discovered that most of them would be considered middle grade by today's standards.
I've written other books (none of which have seen print yet), but I'm more enthused about this book than anything I've written before. I loved writing it and I mean LOVED writing it. Most days I couldn't wait to get back to the pages to see where the story led me. It's just the kind of book I would have devoured as a nine-year-old. I really hope an editor agrees because I'd be very proud to see this in print. Also, I have more ideas, so although it works as a stand-alone title, it could very well be a series.
This is the beginning--
Celia Lovejoy knew everything that went on in her house. Everything important anyway, because every evening she snuck out of bed and spied on her parents from the top of the stairs.So when her mother and father called her into the living room for a big announcement, she already knew what they were going to say.
They motioned for her to sit down and then her mother began. “As you know, Celia, Grammy has been living with Aunt Joanne since you were a baby.”
Dad leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Just recently Aunt Joanne accepted a new job overseas. She’ll be selling her condo and moving to France.”
“So it’s been decided,” Mom said, “that Grammy will come to live with us.”
Later in the conversation, Celia receives a warning.
“We’ll be relying on you to help Grammy,” her father said. “This will be a difficult change for her. She’ll need help finding things around the house, especially in the kitchen. And one more thing.” He stopped to look at her mother, who nodded in agreement. “Your grandmother might tell you stories about magical things in the woods behind our house. It was a story she used to tell me when I was a child, just a made-up story. Lately, for some reason, she’s been insisting it’s true."
“Luckily,” her mother added, “you’re old enough to know there is no such thing as magic. Be kind and agree with her, but remember what we’ve said. We’ll need to watch out for Grammy. Your father and I know we can count on you to help.”
“What kind of magical things?” Celia asked.
Her father waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing you need to worry about. Just a lot of nonsense.”
But of course it wasn't nonsense. After Grammy tells stories of long-ago encounters with the fairies, Celia gets a visit from a fairy girl named Mira asking for her help. It seems that the ruthless Vicky McClutchy, a childhood rival of Celia's father, holds a grudge and is intent on revenge. With the help of fairy magic, Celia must summon her courage and use her wits if she's to thwart Vicky's plot to destroy her house and the woodland home of Mira and her clan.
That's the gist of it. So far, the title is Celia and the Fairies. The manuscript is going out into the world this week and I have my fingers crossed. Here's hoping. :)
Live long and prosper (just recently saw the Star Trek movie)!
P.S. I told a writer friend the premise of this book, and she said wistfully, "I used to leave notes for the fairies." How adorable is that?