tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21041231067855928302024-03-19T04:16:23.825-07:00Author Erica CopeAuthor of YA fiction. Lover of all things coffee, Harry Potter (Hufflepuff!), and cats. Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-51718731553217338432019-05-13T07:42:00.002-07:002019-05-13T07:42:59.625-07:00Nightingale: Spellbinding YA book about witches<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today I received an email letting me know that NIGHTINGALE has been included in a <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">recently published wiki: Spellbinding YA Books About Witches! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"> "At #3 is "Nightingale" by Erica Cope. Wren Fairchild has no memory of who she is or how she ended up in a Light Elf kingdom. She eventually meets Greyson St Clair, the Consul to Queen Mia of </span><span id="docs-internal-guid-b5e3e9bc-7fff-449e-f7a3-979d4a16451f"><span style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Álfheimr</span></span><span style="background-color: white;">. He doesn't trust Wren, but in order to learn more about her true nature, he'll have to help her regain her memories. Together, the pair must travel to the one place that can reveal the truth about the past, unraveling shocking secrets along the way."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">You can check out the rest of the list <a href="https://wiki.ezvid.com/m/10-spellbinding-ya-books-about-witches-TQHMOdq5tzYS-">here</a>! </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">You can purchase your own copy of NIGHTINGALE <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nightingale-Erica-Cope-ebook/dp/B01L6EMCYU">here</a>!</span></span><br />
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<br />Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-1300000694646823852019-05-09T07:41:00.000-07:002019-05-09T07:41:13.159-07:00Cover Reveal: Somewhere Between Falling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-28634529520446340642019-03-27T06:53:00.000-07:002019-03-27T06:53:11.365-07:00HARD ROCK Author Event in Tulsa!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's official! I haven't attended a large signing like this in a couple of years so I am excited and a little nervous. Excited to meet new people, nervous that no one will come to my table as I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only YA authors attending and I haven't had a new release since LAST January! Eek! I guess this will be motivation to finish one of my current WIPs so I have something new to share in July!<br />
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EricaErica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-35667215320170068282019-03-13T19:36:00.001-07:002019-03-13T19:36:19.246-07:00M.I.A as usual!Hello everyone! I realize that I have been M.I.A. As most of you probably know I have been in grad school the last two years and it's been pretty time-consuming. However, there is a light at the end of the tunnel! I graduate in December and after this semester (which has been particularly challenging), it should be smooth sailing until graduation day!<br />
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I am still writing. Not nearly as often as I once did because in addition to being a mom, a teacher, and a cheer coach, I am also a student. Whenever I can squeeze it in though I am writing! I finished a chapter tonight which prompted me to realize that I haven't updated my website in I don't even know how long.<br />
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I'd say I'll try to do better but let's be honest, I've said that before!<br />
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I have two solo WIP...THESE BROKEN DREAMS and SOMEWHERE BETWEEN FALLING. Both are very different from each other so that's kind of fun. Autumn and I also have a little something in the works but her life is just as hectic as mine so we're doing the best we can!<br />
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Anyway, 8 chapters left to write until THESE BROKEN DREAMS is finished! So it might be ready by the end of the year. We shall see!<br />
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XOXOErica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-8449268198275570472018-01-22T00:00:00.000-08:002018-01-22T00:00:36.302-08:00Paper Flowers Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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To celebrate the release of PAPER FLOWERS, I've put together a little goody basket with a signed copy of PAPER FLOWERS, some author swag and other fun stuff that will make a whole lot more sense when you've read the book! :)<br />
There are several ways you can enter to win and a randomly selected winner will be announced on January 30th!<br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">I know it's been a while but I haven't been a total slacker because I have a new book coming out!<br /><br />To make up for my long unexcused absence here's a little sneak peek!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;"> Peyton had asked for his food to go so I scrambled to come up with something to keep him here just little bit longer.<br /> “You’re in my first hour, right?” I asked with a coy smile, like I didn’t already have his entire schedule memorized.<br /> I also already knew his middle name (Thomas), birthdate (April 11th), and his mother’s mai<span class="textexposedshow">den name (Petree), but he didn’t need to know that because if he did, he’d probably think I was some sort of stalker. In reality I just took researching my conquests very seriously. </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Um, yeah. You’re, uh, Cami?” He remembered my name!</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Yep, that’s me. The one and only.” That was a little awkward. Recover, recover!</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> He smiled. He had really nice teeth. Straight and white. Good dental hygiene is very important.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “I’m Peyton.”</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “I know.” <i>Did I seriously just say that? “</i>So, uh, you’re new, right?” <i>That’s not any better—of course he’s new. C’mon, brain, work with me here. </i></span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> It was like I was unable to form an intelligent sentence around this guy. I blame the perfect teeth for turning my brain into mush.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Yep,” was all that he said. </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> So he wasn’t very loquacious. It was okay. Talking’s overrated anyway. Still, I wasn’t ready to give up yet.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Sooo, what brought you to Stone Creek?” I asked, fishing for anything that might keep him here a little longer. </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “My dad got a new job.”</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Oh, cool, me too.” <i>Wait, what?</i> “I mean, my dad didn’t get a job. I mean, he has a job, just not a new job.” <i>Ohmygod</i>. This was a total nightmare. </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> Somewhere in the back I heard Oliver chuckle at my expense. Jerkface. </span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “That’s good,” Peyton said, chuckling softly. Apparently I had lost all capability of engaging in a normal conversation. “Well, I’ll see you around, Cami.”</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “You betcha.” <i>You betcha?</i> What the hell was wrong with me today? I normally wasn’t this incompetent when it came to talking to boys. As soon as Peyton left the building I slid down to the floor and covered my face with both of my hands.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Smooth, very smooth,” Oliver teased as soon as the coast was clear.</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “Shut up!”</span><br />
<span class="textexposedshow"> “He’ll be throwing pebbles at your window in no time.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-2565759389897021322017-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:002017-05-30T00:00:17.131-07:00Stop #33 on the YA Sumer Scavenger Hunt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hello hello! If you are following the order of the YA Summer Scavenger Hunt you have just come from </span><a href="http://bethhammondbooks.com/"><span style="font-size: large;">Beth Hammond</span></a><span style="font-size: large;">'s website. Welcome!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Lark-Erica-Cope-ebook/dp/B00BBPF13Y/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8">Lark</a> (Lark #1) in my best selling Lark Trilogy is currently .99</span></div>
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In June, the Alliance of Young Adult Authors is sponsoring a massive young adult scavenger hunt. This is a chance to meet some new authors, grab a bunch of free books, and sign up to win a whole bunch of epic prizes!
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Each author will be given a special keyword, which will be bolded and all caps like this: <strong>BUTTERFLIES</strong>.
All you have to do is visit all the author's sites in this order, write down the special keywords to discover the short story, then enter the giveaway with the completed secret legend <a href="https://gleam.io/fo0Tv/ya-summer-scavenger-hunt">HERE</a>.
There will be one main giveaway for the main prize, but most of the participating authors will also have smaller giveaways for free books, amazon credit and author swag, so make sure you read their post carefully to see what else they're offering while you're on their site for the keyword.
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<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.heatherkarn.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=640153899&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Heather Karn</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.desertedlands.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=595737905&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Rob L. Slater</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://purplepress.org/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1381244451&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Dylan Keefer</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.sarahklwilson.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=561701504&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Sarah K. Wilson</a> <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.ljhiggins.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=604156295&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">L.J. Higgins</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.ginamarielong.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100000132475210&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Gina Marie Long</a><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.emilykazmierski.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=660071115&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Em Kazmierski</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.sonoraseries.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=11502266&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Travis Hall</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://Www.heatheryoungnichols.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1490375298&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Heather Young-Nichols</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.annasantosauthor.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100003373380608&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Anna Santos</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.jlweil.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1297664637&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">J.L. Weil</a> <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://joannschneider.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=731862906&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Jo Schneider</a><span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.rebeccafernfield.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100001023406907&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Rebecca Fernfield</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.kristinvanrisseghem.com/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1178963213&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Kristin D. Van Risseghem</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.martinelewisauthor.com">Martine Lewis </a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://authortarabenham.wixsite.com/tarabenhamauthor" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1015941523&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Tara Benham</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://stacyclaflin.com/blog/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=823735156&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Stacy Claflin</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://bethhammondbooks.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=1322353125&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Beth Hammond</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.ericacope.com/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=532220198&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Erica Cope</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.nicolezoltack.com">Nicole Zoltack</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.CharWebsterAuthor.com">Char Webster</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.sabrinaramoth.com/">Sabrina Ramoth</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://tjmuir.com">T.J. Muir</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://foxifae.wixsite.com/raquellyon">Raquel Lyon</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.BethRodgersAuthor.com">Beth Rodgers</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://Www.slbeaumont.com">S.L. Beaumont</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.evapohler.com">Eva Pohler</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.melaniemcfarlane.com">Melanie McFarlane</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.cheryllynndyess.net">Cheryllynn Dyess</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://goaudreyrich.wordpress.com">Audrey Rich</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://Www.amandazieba.com">Amanda Zieba</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.sandiewill.com">Sandie Will</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.ellescottbooks.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=532061784&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Elle Scott</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.angiegrigaliunas.blogspot.com">Angie Grigaliunas</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.ashleymaker.com">Ashley Maker </a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.mandypetersonbooks.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100000381266952&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Mandy Peterson</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://audreygrey.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=508679134&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Audrey Grey</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="https://www.authorelisadane.com/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100004630422152&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Elisa Dane</a> <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="https://amymcnulty.com/blog/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100007395093270&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Amy McNulty</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://melindacordell.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=603255047&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Melinda Cordell</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://MonicaLeonelle.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=36100110&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Monica Leonelle</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.claireluana.com/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=56900518&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Claire Luana</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://Www.frostkay.net" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100013879173289&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Frost Kay</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://TeacupPublishing.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=504390592&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Preeti C. Sharma</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://www.bentzdeyo.com">Bentz Deyo </a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.authoraprillwood.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100001407286422&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">April Wood</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://lenamaehill.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100013101551178&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Lena Mae Hill</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://angeleya.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=677185428&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Angel Leya</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://wendilwilson.wixsite.com/author/blog" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100000659091028&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Wendi Wilson</a></li>
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<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="http://choganswan.com/">Chogan Swan</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://tamarahartheiner.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=17828536&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Tamara Hart Heiner</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="https://normahinkens.com/blog/" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100001991725071&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Norma Hinkens</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://magicmayhemmurder.blogspot.ca" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=705861404&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Patti Larsen</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://megancrewe.com/blog" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=622455236&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Megan Crewe</a> <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.jamiethornton.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=2529455&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Jamie Thornton</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a class=" UFICommentActorName" dir="ltr" href="http://www.jessiereneewrites.com" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=197814674&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D">Jessie Renée</a></li>
<li class="fsm fwn fcg UFICommentActions"><a href="https://www.tamaclagan.com">T.A. Maclagan <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}"><span class="UFICommentBody"> </span></span></a></li>
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Chasing Polaris has been out for about two months now! I'm not sure how that happened but time never seems to slow down! <br />If you haven't picked it up yet I hope you will because I love Imogen and Seth! Their story is so fun! I guarantee you will laugh out loud!<br /><br />I'm currently on Spring Break so I'm looking forward to getting a lot of writing done. So naturally the need to spring clean came over me. I cleaned out the dog room, painted said dog room and reorganized my closet and dresser as well as my husband's.<br /><br />
Hopefully all that cleaning nonsense is out of my system and I can focus now! I was able to write this afternoon and I'm planning on staying up late tonight since I have NO plans tomorrow which means I can sleep in. :) It's the little things!<br /><br />I have two WIP at the moment but I've already noticed myself focusing more on one than the other so even though I had planned on finishing THESE BROKEN DREAMS first, it looks like PAPER FLOWERS will be my next release. When can you expect it? That's a good question....<br /><br />I'll be happy if I can finish the first draft by June which gives my editors all summer to work on it but I'm not promising anything. Now that I'm working full time and coaching I'm not nearly as prolific as I once was. <br /><br />Once I've finished the first draft I will reveal the cover and announce a release date, I promise!<br /><br />The cover is super adorable! I can't wait to show you!<br /><br />Alright, I think I've officially procrastinated enough today. Back to work!<br /><br />XOXOErica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-20715660698047850352017-01-11T16:09:00.000-08:002017-01-11T16:09:33.709-08:00Hello! Long time no posts, am I right? <br />I think we have established by now that I am not the most consistent blogger. I try I swear!<br /><br />Okay, so CHASING POLARIS releases NEXT WEEK! In 6 days to be exact and I'm super pumped!<br /><br />
I figured I'd give you a little background on it before you dived in Tuesday. <br /><br />1) YES, the main character Seth Cavanaugh should be familiar to any of you who have read The Bright Effect!<br />2) YES you will get to (briefly) see Amelia and Bash.<br />
3) Imogen is a sassy ballerina from Gainesville Florida.<br />
4) The entire book takes place Friday-Sunday. <br />
5) The premise of the book is two strangers who team up in a photo scavenger hunt contest to win backstage passes and concert tickets.<br />
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Chasing Polaris is now available to preorder (click <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Polaris-Autumn-Doughton-ebook/dp/B01N5NBQFO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1484179626&sr=8-1&keywords=Chasing+Polaris">here</a>)!Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-47301211770285631602016-09-13T20:39:00.001-07:002016-09-13T20:39:36.157-07:00Late night ramblings from a sleep deprived writerI always have good intentions. <br />
I always plan on blogging more and sending out my newsletter once a month and then life happens and I forget. But I'm still here! Working and writing and now COACHING too!<br />Yep, in addition to being the new Learn Lab Director, I'm also the head cheerleading coach so I've been busy!<br />And I'm not going to lie, it's been a challenge to try to balance everything (there's my word of the year!). I went from being able to take my time waking up in the mornings, catching up on emails while drinking my coffee and get some writing in sporadically throughout the day as inspiration hit, but now I'm chugging my morning coffee as I get dressed for work and lucky to squeeze in 30 minutes of writing time a day. <br />
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After work is cheer practice, then dinner, then finally some writing time, then cleaning/tidying up and if I'm lucky I'll squeeze in some reading before bed. It's been exhausting. I keep waiting to get accustomed to this new normal but we are a month in and I still feel like crying most days from the stress (heck, I cried TODAY over something as stupid as having to reschedule my kids' parent teacher conferences because now <b><u>I </u></b>have to do my own parent teacher conferences with my students' parents and for some reason I hadn't even thought about it yet!)<br />
<br />I'll get used to it I'm sure but going from being a stay at home mom/writer to working mom/writer hasn't been super easy. <br />
<br /><br />This past weekend I attended the Thunder Valley Author Event in OKC. It had an amazing turn out and I sold lots of books which is always a good feeling but my favorite part of the weekend was spending it with 3 of my most favorite people on earth:<br />
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AND MEETING TAMMY BLACKWELL!<br /></div>
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You have NO idea how bad I fan-girled. I ADORE this lady! Her Timberwolves trilogy is one of my absolute all time favorites. I was completely tickled to get a signed copy of the collection and to meet her in person. I've been a HUGE fan of hers for YEARS! </div>
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<br />Can you see me gushing? LOL I was annoyingly giddy but it's okay, because I GOT TO MEET TAMMY BLACKWELL! :)<br /><br />If you follow me on Facebook (which, let's be real, MOST of you follow me over there. I'm not sure if I even have readers over here anymore! That's what I get for being such a slacker blogger!), you know that NIGHTINGALE is being released in ONE WEEK! Yep! One week from today and all you Team Grey people out there will finally get your fix. <br /><br />
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Cover designed by Eden Crane Design. Preorder <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Nightingale-Erica-Cope-ebook/dp/B01L6EMCYU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1473810433&sr=8-1&keywords=Nightingale+Erica+cope">here</a>!</div>
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Autumn and I are working on Chasing Polaris (our third collaboration) and I'm finishing up a short story for an anthology that I'm pretty sure is due next month so I better get on it. But seriously...how pretty is this cover? I love it so much!<br /><br />
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After that I have another solo project idea lined up that I'm pretty excited about called These Broken Dreams but more about that one later! I like planning ahead but I don't want to get too far ahead of myself! <br />
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XOXOErica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-25132041701824952542016-04-28T20:37:00.002-07:002016-04-28T20:37:29.970-07:00New Job In February I was offered a position at the local high school working with Seniors who are at risk for not graduating on time. It's only a part time job which I thought was perfect because I'd still have time to write during the day. <br /><br />Well, it's true, I still have had time to write but it's been at a much slower pace. Which is fine. I had decided this year to focus on balancing things in my life better, and well, not staying up until 3 in the morning writing every night seemed like a pretty good place to start.<br /><br />
And it's been GREAT!<br />
<br />I love working with the students. I was kind of surprised that I love it as much as I do. I always figured I'd be more of an early childhood or elementary kind of person but nope, this is the population I was meant to work with. <br /><br />
Which I guess sort of makes sense--I do WRITE Young Adult stories after all. :)<br /><br />Here's the thing, most of these students haven't had the best support systems in their lives. Not all of them, but I'd be willing to say a majority of them have had it pretty "rough". Two of my students even live on their own. I asked one of them why he moved out of his parents' house and he told me "It just didn't feel like home anymore." That completely breaks my heart. Doesn't that break yours? <br /><br />Being a teenager sucks enough without feeling like you don't have a safe place to turn to.<br /><br />In the last few months I feel like I have built a positive rapport with "my students"--I hope so anyway. I'm naturally a sunshiney person--happy and cheerful and though I may come across as silly and naïve, I'm hoping my positivity rubs off on the students. Afterall, most of them could use some brightness in their lives.<br /><br />It's really important to me that they know they have someone who cares, because I most certainly do and I want them to know that someone does believe in them--that they have someone on their side.<br /><br />I was recently asked how I'd feel working full time in the fall and I didn't hesitate to say yes. I honestly pictured myself continuing to stay home and writing full time for as long as people were buying my books so the fact that I didn't even have to think about saying yes shows you how much I love doing this work. <br /><br />Some of you may be wondering what this means for my upcoming releases... <br />Nightingale will still release in Sept and Chasing Polaris (my next project with Autumn) will follow shortly after that (possibly before depending on how quickly we finish). <br />I will continue to put out at least one book a year. I'll shoot for two, but I make no promises. ;)<br />So YES, I'm going to keep writing. I have way too many stories left to tell to quit now. <br />I do, however, foresee a change in the tone of my novels but I'm hoping it's in a good way. <br />
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<br />Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-53172676092103931322015-12-27T16:32:00.001-08:002015-12-27T16:32:23.485-08:00BALANCE and other thingsDecember is coming to an end--I know I'm surprised how quickly that happened too. :) We had an amazing Christmas despite the fact my children seemed to have missed the memo that you're supposed to get along with each other on Christmas. They argued and bickered just like any other day. At least they are consistent, right?<br />Last month was CrAzY! Autumn and I released THE BRIGHT EFFECT and we are so thrilled with the feedback we've received so far!<br />I took a little break from writing due to the holidays but even my breaks are never true breaks because even when I'm not writing, I'm thinking about writing and my characters and everything that I WANT to write. In fact, Autumn and I have already planned at least 3 more books in set in the world of The Bright Effect. Don't worry, I AM still working on Nightingale. It's just a slow process because I want to get it right! I'm still planning on releasing it in 2016.<br /><br />
Speaking of 2016....I saw a post on Facebook earlier about "Word of the Year" and how some people pick a word to inspire and motivate them instead of the usual New Years Resolutions. I've never done this before but it sounded like fun so I've been thinking about what I want my word to be all day and I think I've decided!<br />
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Do you choose a word of the year? Tell me in the comments!Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-33190577719603525752015-10-31T12:35:00.000-07:002015-10-31T12:35:00.364-07:00Sneak Peek: The Bright Effect<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
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My kids are sooooo looking forward to trick or treating tonight. Even I'm dressing up (Pictures to follow).
Here's a "treat" for you from THE BRIGHT EFFECT (coming November 17th!)
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November is my favorite month! So many fun things! Thanksgiving! My anniversary! Thanksgiving! My birthday! Did I mention Thanksgiving?! We always host my family's Thanksgiving at our house and this year we are hosting Zach's family's Christmas here too. I can't tell you how excited I am to decorate our new home for the holidays. I've been Pinteresting up a storm! (Pinteresting is totally a word. Sorta like Googling.)<br />
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But enough about that....THE BRIGHT EFFECT....eek! Ohmygosh guys I am equal parts excited and nervous per usual but can I tell you something? I LOVE this story. I mean, I love ALL my stories but this one....man, this one takes the cake. I think it's different from my usual stuff and I'm hoping that's okay--that you guys still love it because if we accomplished what we set out to, prepare for an emotional roller coaster.<br />
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Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-70170154342452957282015-09-16T06:43:00.000-07:002015-09-16T06:43:33.125-07:00Nightingale Cover Reveal and Blurb!<br />
I know many of you have been waiting for this so without further ado, the cover for NIGHTINGALE:<br />
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When Wren Fairchild wakes up in a strange and icy land with no memory of how she arrived there, hypothermia is the least of her problems. Not only does she have no idea how she ended up in a Light Elf kingdom, she has no idea <i>who</i> she even is--let alone <i>what </i>she is. </div>
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<br />Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-89802991960093834692015-08-24T12:31:00.001-07:002015-08-24T12:31:43.506-07:00I moved!Hello hello!<br />We had a CrAzY summer! We closed on our new house at the beginning of this month so it's been nonstop moving and unpacking for the last few weeks. Today was the first day that I didn't have to call an appliance repair man (our stove blew up), or an electrician (there were exposed wires in our laundry room) or Westar Electric company (one of the many trees in our backyard has several branches pressing down on the electric lines).<br />I didn't have to make any trips to the hardware store to buy new wires, receptacles or wood for our fence today either!<br />Nope, today was a day spent knitting, writing, and exploring our new town! Blondie #3 and I went and had lunch at the local coffee shop then we tried to go to an antique store but they were closed on Mondays (another thing we are getting used to is how early everything closes in a small town!) so we went to the zoo instead.<br />School is in full swing for Blondie #1 and #2--they both love it of course since they are nerds like their mama and though Blondie #3 will be staying home with me this year I'm hoping I'll be able to finish up my current WIPs before the end of the year now that we are settled in our new house and I can spend more time writing.<br />
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The Bright Effect will be first. Autumn and I are about half way through writing it which considering how little writing time I had this summer is an achievement in itself! Now that I can write more we're hoping to finish it quickly.<br />
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Until next time (which knowing me will be a month from now! LOL)!<br /><br />XOXO<br /><br />Erica Cope<br />
<br />Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-6989748906994269712015-06-05T17:39:00.001-07:002015-06-05T17:39:26.059-07:00Nightingale updateHey folks!<br />I'm currently working on two different manuscripts right now--one with Autumn Doughton (we had so much fun writing Steering the Stars we decided to write another one!) and, the one a lot of you have been waiting for: <b><i>Nightingale! </i></b><br />
<br />For a while there I was feeling NO INSPIRATION for Nightingale at all and I was really disappointed thinking that maybe I waited too long to start it and it was too late. <br />I'm happy to report that I've been unable to stop thinking about Nightingale for a month or so now and though I'm writing a lot slower than I've done in the past (we're in the process of selling our house so we can move), I'm really happy with what I have outlined for this story. <br />What can I tell you about it so far?<br />
Well, I'm SO glad you asked.<br />
<br />1) It will introduce a brand spanking new character named Wren.<br />2) There will be lots of Grey ;)<br />3) It will start off in Wamego, KS (which is a small town near Manhattan where Mia/Lark is from).<br />4) Though it will feature a new character, our old favorites will be present. <br />5) If you have a super keen memory for details, you might recall a little bit about the history on why the Light Elves decided to withdrawal from human interactions? That will play an important part of this new story. :)<br />
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I'm writing this story a little differently than I did with the Lark trilogy. This time I plan to write out the ENTIRE thing and then decide whether to publish it as one large book OR (depending on exactly how long it is) splitting it up into three books. <br /><br />I have the entire storyline outlined though so right now I'm just going to write write write and then when I finish, I'll make the decision and I'll let you guys know. <br /><br />If I do decide to release it in three different installments, each book will release very close together--I'm thinking one a month for three months.<br /><br />
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<br />Erica Copehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12714701602977839696noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2104123106785592830.post-60873105904256502722015-04-10T18:24:00.003-07:002015-04-10T18:24:46.237-07:00My "process"The other day I realized something about myself--a pattern of sorts if you will.<br />It takes me approximately 3-4 months to write a book and then after I publish it takes me a month to "reboot".<br /><br />
Weird right? I mean, I'm like<i> clockwork,</i> but I'll get to that in a minute.<br /><br />You see, I had been feeling like such a SLACKER lately because I hadn't had that <i>need </i>to write that I feel when I'm working on something. Honestly all I've wanted to do was binge watch TV shows (damn you, Netflix!) and clean...okay, maybe it's not so much that I WANTED to clean as much as I NEEDED to clean because we are in the process of selling our house so obviously I need it to be "show ready" at all times (which is challenging when you usually have 5 kids, 3 dogs and 3 cats in your home). My point is, if I wasn't binge watching a show, I was cleaning my house. Sometimes both at the same time because I like to multitask.<br /><br />Anyway, so yeah, I hadn't written anything since Autumn and I publish <b>Steering the Stars</b> and I was feeling like this epic failure of an author. All sorts of thoughts were whirling around my head, but one question bothered me more than anything:<i><b> Would I ever write again?</b> <br /><br />(I have overly dramatic tendencies sometimes)<br /></i><br />
Autumn and I had started talking about a new story to write together, but despite my excitement over working with her again, I just couldn't muster up the motivation to actually start it yet and I was feeling so guilty. I would try, but I'd just stare at the blank screen unsure where to even begin. Sometimes I couldn't even make myself sit down at my desk..<i>.what was wrong with me?</i><br /><br />
Then suddenly a few days ago the NEED to write hit me. I had an idea and I had to write it down as soon as possible. I scribbled it down with pen and paper and then that night I sat down to type it all out.<br />
5 pages later I realized I had the start of my next solo WIP (and I'm super excited about it because it's going to be so different than anything I've written so far).<br /><br />Then since I worked on something of mine, I went to Google Drive and opened the doc of the project that Autumn and I are going to work on and I wrote some more! <br /><br />
It felt SO good to get those words written. They might suck and need some serious editing, but at least I had written something TO edit, you know what I mean? You can't fix a blank page after all.<br />It was a huge relief. I'm talking suddenly-the-sun-breaks-through-the-clouds sort of feeling.<br />
<br />But then, and I still don't know what made me think of it, but it just sort of hit me that I did the same thing before starting<b> Steering the Stars</b>....and again before <b>Sea Swept.</b><br />
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In fact, once I went back and started thinking about it I realized I had done it with every single one of my releases.<br />(Here's where my nerdiness really shines through...I made a timeline):<br />
<br />February 2013: I released my debut,<b> Lark</b><br />March 2013: I started <b>In the Shadows</b> (though that one took me longer because I was overwhelmed by the number of people who read it and were requesting the sequel and I was dealing with some medical issues that resulted in being diagnosed with<a href="http://www.ericacope.com/2013/06/the-c-word.html"> cancer</a> that June). <br />September 2013: I finally released <b>In the Shadows</b>October 2013: I started working on <b>Pieces of Me</b> (and I finished it in November during NaNoWriMo). <br />December 2013: I released <b>Pieces of Me</b>January 2014: I started working on <b>Unfamiliar </b>(and<b> Like the Dawn </b>on the side) with Komal Kant.<br />
This was the first time I wrote two books at the same time. I focused more of my attention on<b> Unfamiliar</b> at the time since I was writing it with someone but I was definitely working on both.<br />
March 2014: We released<b> Unfamiliar</b><br />
April 2014: I started really focusing on finishing<b> Like the Dawn</b><br />
May 2014: <b>Like the Dawn </b>was released<br />June 2014: I started <b>Sea Swept </b>and its companion novella,<b> Riptide</b> (I finished both by September, but I wanted to try out the pre-order function so I had <b>Sea Swept</b> up for pre-order in October)<br />
November 2014: I published <b>Sea Swept </b>and the novella, <b>Riptide</b><br />
December 2014: Though Autumn and I had started the process of <b>Steering the Stars,</b> I didn't REALLY start writing until the end of December<br />March 2015: We published <b>Steering the Stars</b><br /><br /> And here it is April and I'm starting my next project(s).<br />
<br />See?!? A pattern! I have a "process"!<br />
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I'm so glad I figured this weird little habit of mine out because I was really feeling like a failure as an author. I mean, I was even beginning to plan out where I was going to apply for work when Jack started kindergarten (next year!) because I thought for sure I was just <i>done</i>. I was sure that the pool of ideas had dried up and I'd never again feel that drive or inspiration to put words on paper. <br /><br /><i>I'm soooooo glad that I was wrong. </i><br />
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So there you have it. The most random and pointless blog post in the history of blog posts. I just really needed to write all that out because while it may be lame to you guys, it was an interesting thing for me to realize about myself. Most of all, I really just don't want to forget it because if everything continues like normal for me, I'll be due for another month of wasting time and feeling like a failure in August--September at the latest. ;)<br />
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my husband it was what I wanted for my birthday this year and it
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If it wasn’t obvious from my posts, I LOVED working with Erica on
StS. Writing with her was like being at an extended slumber party.
For months and months we chatted all day while we exchanged ideas and
worked—her from Missouri and me from Florida. We were already good
friends but co-writing the book solidified what I already suspected…
Erica and I are destined to be lifelong friends and we make each
other better. As we got closer to release date, I wanted to give her
something symbolic to express this feeling and I remembered that she
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So I ordered one for her and got an adorable card and planned to send
it to her house so it would arrive before the StS release. No joke,
right after I ordered the scarf, she posted a photo of the exact same
scarf on Facebook encouraging her husband to get her one for her
birthday. My eyes went wide and I immediately messaged her hubby and
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So I had no idea that Autumn was so sneaky and wonderful and this
beautiful scarf was on its way to me. If I did I probably would've
sent her something WAY cooler than the outer space socks I found at a
museum in KC that reminded me of her. Right after the release of the
book, Autumn got the socks in the mail and asked if I had received a
package from her yet. I hadn't. A few days later and still no
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I was getting so frustrated! Erica and I had both had the idea to get
each other surprise gifts and hers had arrived (and btw, I luuuurved
the socks because I am a space/NASA nut so they were perfect), but
mine had not reached her and it had been well over a week since I’d
mailed it. And, of course, I had sent it regular mail so there was no
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Finally, Autumn broke down and told me what I was supposed to be
waiting on. I was even more excited and I checked the mail eagerly
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</i>Weeks passed and meanwhile I heard from several people that I had
mailed things to at the same time I mailed the scarf that either, 1)
their package never arrived, or 2) their package arrived but it was
damaged and parts were missing. Now, I’m not one to claim that I
love the post office but I’ve never had a problem with it. In fact,
say what you will about the cost of stamps but I still can’t
believe that for less than fifty cents I can send a piece of paper to
Montana. But having four packages go missing or get damaged in less
than a week was bizarre and driving me crazy. I’ll admit that Erica
and I may have gotten a little obsessed during this time.</span></span></div>
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Every day, Autumn and I checked in online about the case of the
missing scarf. At first we assumed it had just gotten lost in the
mail. Then more of her mail went missing and pretty soon our
imaginations ran wild. She became convinced that the people that work
at her post office extension (which she claims is really just a
counter in a QuickMart??! WEIRD.) must be taking her mail and may
have decided they wanted the scarf. We started planning how we could
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My husband works with computers so I seriously started hounding him
to help me install a camera in the bottom of a box so that I could
mail it to myself. He thought I was completely crazy but he’s used
to my crazy so he went along with it. It’s not that I even wanted
to get anyone in trouble; I just NEEDED to know what happened to the
scarf! Also, by this time, more than a month had passed so I caved
and just bought another Storiarts scarf for Erica and this time had
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</i>One weird thing is that Autumn and I talk every single day but we
never talk on the phone. We message each other constantly. We text.
We might even Skype, but I think in the years that we’ve known each
other, we’ve talked on the phone maybe once. But one morning my
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Erica’s right. We never talk on the phone. But on this morning I
had this weird compulsion to call her. I even questioned it and
wondered if she would think me calling was strange, but I called
anyway. Mostly, I wanted to tell her that I had just bought another
scarf and it was on its way. So there I was standing on my front
porch and telling her that a new scarf had just been purchased and
was on the way after a month of waiting. As we were laughing about
this, I see a mail truck turn the corner. This was odd in itself
because my mailman always comes in the afternoon. He parks in front
of the house and I see that it’s not my normal mailman and I just
knew. I KNEW that he had the scarf. So here he comes, up the walk,
looking ashamed with this completely destroyed package—seriously,
the envelope had been taped up so many times that it looked like it
had been through the apocalypse and both the addresses were illegible
(I still have no idea how they found me), AND there were
international stamps on it so I knew the scarf had been places. But
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We both laughed hysterically. And we knew right away that the scarf
was special and it was meant for one of our readers. Autumn and I
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To: Caroline<cbmckain@gmail.com><br />
From: Hannah<vaughn.hannah@hotmail.com><br />
Date: August 31<br />
Subject: SOS<br />
<br />
This is my official signal for distress. School is not going well. I repeat, SCHOOL IS NOT GOING WELL. I have so much to tell you about but have no time to explain right now.<br />
-H<br />
____________<br />
<br />
After I finished reading Hannah’s email, I groaned and dropped my phone to the bed. I did a few calculations, trying to think if it was already tomorrow there or the middle of the night, but eventually gave up. I’d have to check that time zone app thingy I downloaded before she left me because my brain wasn’t working properly.<br />
It was too early.<br />
My caffeine levels were down to zero.<br />
And it was the first day of school.<br />
Normally I loved the first day. Maybe it was just me being an overachiever, but there was something about the smell of fresh paper and never-before-used pencils and new books that took me to my happy place. But not this year. This year I was dreading the first day of school like it was nobody's business.<br />
As I rolled over and burrowed further beneath the covers, an awful, queasy feeling came over me. The thought of having to endure junior year without my best friend was making me physically ill. I knew it was the age of cell phones and Facebook, but still. There was no doubt in my mind that this year was going to, in a word, suck.<br />
Okay, so maybe I was being a little dramatic, but there was definitely something wrong with me. I took stock of my symptoms. I was sick to my stomach and every few minutes I would feel like I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t running a fever—was I? I touched my forehead but my skin felt fine. Gah, this whole thing was crazy and stupid and I couldn’t explain exactly why I felt like this. I just wanted desperately for it to stop.<br />
Swallowing against a dry throat, I thought about staying in bed and not doing anything for the rest of the day. Maybe even the rest of the year. As it was, I certainly didn't have the energy or the desire to get up and get ready.<br />
After a few more minutes and a lot more wallowing, Aspen, my red and white Siberian husky, decided she’d had enough. She pounced on me and placed her paws on either side of my body and licked my face until even my eyelids were drenched in slobber. I tried to deflect but it was no use.<br />
“Geroffmee!” I shouted as we tumbled to the floor in an avalanche of pillows and blankets.<br />
I glanced back at my bed. Well, I guess that was one way to force me out of bed.<br />
Aspen circled me until I pushed to my feet and tramped down the stairs to let her out into the backyard. I leaned against the doorframe just watching her frolic and sniff the grass. It was starting to rain but she didn’t care. In fact, she seemed even happier. She just shook her body and bounded to the other side of the yard. I found myself jealous of her ability to adapt.<br />
Jealous of a dog.<br />
Yep. I was officially pathetic.<br />
I left Aspen outside and wandered back upstairs, trying to convince myself that a shower would help my rotten mood. It didn’t.<br />
Ten minutes later, I wrapped myself in a towel and I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was close to tears and everything inside of me was still all dark and twisty. Was this what it felt like to be depressed? Was I hurtling down the road to becoming an emo teen who wore all black and listened to crybaby music?<br />
I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was positive that despite knowing my father was just down the hall, I’d never felt so alone in the world. And, all things considered, that was saying something.<br />
I still couldn’t believe that Hannah had left this town. Oklahoma. Me.<br />
My best friend was off having an amazing adventure in London and I'd totally morphed into an ugly, green-eyed monster. Maybe the knowledge that I wasn’t as happy for her as I’d previously thought was what was making me feel sick.<br />
I reminded myself that if the roles were reversed and I had been the one who’d won an essay competition and was offered a place at my dream school, I'd probably have abandoned Hannah without a second thought.<br />
It was London after all.<br />
Buckingham Palace.<br />
Big Ben.<br />
Platform 9 ¾.<br />
Okay, so probably not the last one, but she'd promised to see King's Cross Station and I figured that was close enough to count.<br />
She was the writer though. She was destined for greatness and adventure and a big life. But me? I wasn’t sure what I was yet.<br />
“Caroline!” my dad called from the hall.<br />
“Getting dressed!” I hollered back.<br />
“Ten minute warning.”<br />
“I’m hurrying,” I lied as I stared at the wildly-patterned leggings, cream-colored top, and bright teal scarf that I had picked out last week with Hannah’s help. The shirt was okay, but those leggings? Yeah, who was I kidding? That just wasn't happening. Not even on a good day... and today was not a good day.<br />
I threw the leggings and scarf in a pile on the floor next to my desk before pulling out a pair of well-worn jeans and a plain top from my dresser drawers.<br />
As I dressed, I thought more about my predicament. It’s not like I could reasonably be mad at Hannah for jumping at the chance to leave. Logically, I knew this was an opportunity of a lifetime. But knowing that didn’t change the fact that I was stuck behind in boring Oklahoma. Sure, Libby Park was pretty and quaint. It had been voted the “Top Historic Town in the Midwest” three years running, but that didn’t make it cool. Certainly not London-cool.<br />
Even steadfast, always-there-in-a-pinch, Owen Kilgore had been radio silent for days. He was off doing new and exciting things too. After a lot of pushing from his parents, he had agreed to transfer to Holy Cross this year because their lacrosse team was much better than Northside’s and it would definitely boost his college scholarship prospects.<br />
Nope, I couldn’t blame either Hannah or Owen for leaving, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it. No matter how I looked at the situation, I was officially and completely alone. And, as I tried to wrangle my mass of curly red hair into a simple ponytail, I decided I wasn’t happy about it. Not one bit.<br />
“Caroline! If you aren't out in five minutes, you'll be walking to school!” Dad yelled up the stairs.<br />
The threat was actually pretty tempting, but a flash of lightning followed by a thundering boom quickly changed my mind. If it wasn't raining cats and dogs, walking would have been a much better alternative to sitting in my dad's old beat up work truck that smelled faintly of oil, grime, and cigarette smoke for ten minutes of what was sure to be awkward silence.<br />
“Fine,” I mumbled under my breath before shouting, “I'm coming!” as I grudgingly stomped down the stairs. He was waiting for me at the front door with one hand already on the doorknob and his toolbox in the other. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a red flannel shirt over it, dirty blue jeans, and his work boots. He must have a job today. That was, so far, the only bright spot in this very gloomy morning.<br />
I’d seen pictures of my dad from when he was in high school. Back in the day he looked just like Val Kilmer in all of his Top Gun glory. Sadly, these days the only thing he resembled was a broken man in grease-stained jeans.<br />
“What took you so long?” he said, looking down at the toolbox in his hands instead of up at me. He never looked me in the eyes any more. Even though it hurt, it wasn't hard to understand why he couldn't. With my mess of red curls, the dusting of freckles across my nose, and my pale green eyes, everyone said I looked just like my mom.<br />
“I couldn't decide what to wear,” I grumbled. I really wished it wasn't raining. The eight blocks on foot would probably be worth it just so that I could pop by Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spice Latte right now. Even when the world sucked all around me, I could always count on PSL to remind me that there were still bits of happiness out there.<br />
For the last two years, I’d ridden with Hannah and her brother. But this year, I'd be depending on my dad for rides until I could manage to buy myself a car. I’d piled on the babysitting jobs over the summer to save up and I was almost there. Just a dozen or so more nights of getting my hair pulled by the Rennert boys and I should have enough. It would probably only be enough to snag a junker but I wasn’t going to complain. I’d take anything.<br />
Before she left, Hannah had advised me to ask my father for help, but I wasn't about to go there. Dad couldn’t spare the couple hundred dollars I needed or handle an extra insurance payment. God, he could barely cover the bills as it was.<br />
He was a contractor who was scarcely able to stay afloat in work. And it had been that way ever since Mom died.<br />
Plus, the old Victorian house we lived in wasn't exactly cheap to maintain. Even to these standards, I thought as I looked around.<br />
Mom had had huge plans for this place… historic tours or maybe even a bed and breakfast that would one day be featured in a five-page spread in Architectural Digest. But, like everything else, the house and the dream had faded when she had. Now I just hoped that the walls and the roof would hold through the winter.<br />
“Well, c'mon before we're both late,” he muttered as he handed me an umbrella.<br />
“Thanks,” I said as I took the umbrella from him. I grabbed my bag from the hook in the hall and dragged my feet out the door. The world outside was cloaked in a grimy grey. I blamed Hannah for this too. As if it wasn’t enough that she had abandoned me, it truly seemed that my bright and sunshiny best friend had taken the sun and all of its warmth with her.<br />
“Good morning, Mr. McKain,” a familiar voice rang out, surprising me. I looked up to see Henry, Hannah's older brother, walking up the sidewalk toward us holding a cup from Starbucks. Could it possibly be a delicious Pumpkin Spice Latte? My heart thumped with anticipation.<br />
Henry had on hoodie with Northside Buffalos written in red lettering across the front. The hood was pulled up, but his face still glistened with stray raindrops. He and Hannah had that weird sibling quality where they looked alike but not really. They both had light brown hair that faded to soft gold at the tips and wide-set eyes that seemed to shift between smoky blue and grey. Today Henry’s eyes seemed more grey than blue as though they were reflecting the dreary sky and my mood.<br />
“Caroline? Are you okay?”<br />
“I-I…What are you doing here?” I asked, secretly hoping that the coffee cup in his hands was for me.<br />
“Um, it is the first day of school, right?” he said as he handed me the coffee. My hero!<br />
“Yeah,” I answered, taking the cup from him gratefully and letting my hands absorb the warmth. Mmmm, it was definitely a PSL! Fall in a cup and so good for the soul.<br />
“So—I'm here.”<br />
“You're still going to give me rides?” I asked, dumbfounded.<br />
“Of course I am. Why wouldn't I?” Henry frowned, which drew my attention to his mouth and square chin. He hadn’t bothered to shave this morning and I could see a light smattering of stubble along his jaw. Hannah always complained if Owen didn’t shave, but if I was being totally honest, I kind of liked the scruffy look. It was rugged and… hot. Not that I was supposed to be thinking of Henry as hot. What was wrong with me this morning? He was Hannah’s brother and a taken man.<br />
“I, uh… I just figured with Hannah gone, you wouldn't bother.”<br />
“You know I'd never let ya down,” he said with an easy smile. “Remembered your favorite coffee and everything.”<br />
“Okay great, so Henry will take you to school,” Dad said, not even bothering to hide the relief in his voice. “See you this evening, Caroline. And thanks, Henry.”<br />
“Right. Bye, Dad.” I waved to his back as he hurried away.<br />
“Should we get going?” Henry asked, bringing my attention back to the fact that we were still standing out in the rain and, unlike me, he didn’t have an umbrella.<br />
“Yeah, sorry.” I raised the umbrella, stretching it as high as I could in an attempt to shield us both from the downpour. Henry, quite a bit taller than my five feet two inches, laughed as he took the umbrella from me and held it high enough for both of us. He rested his hand on the small of my back and my body suddenly rippled with an involuntary shiver.<br />
“Cold?” he asked.<br />
“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled. Better to fake a chill in September than admit that my body just spontaneously combusted at his mere touch.<br />
“So are we picking up Elise too?” I asked hesitantly. Elise and Henry had been dating almost as long as Hannah and Owen had, which meant forever in my opinion. But, unlike Owen, I didn’t particularly like Elise Rivers. Call me crazy but blond, big-breasted and bitchy was not my idea of someone I wanted to spend time with. But I wasn’t a guy so what did I know?<br />
“No,” he said a little harshly before adding, “We broke up.”<br />
What? My brain was screaming with this new information. Though I’d never thought Elise deserved him in the first place, this was an unexpected development. Of course, I wasn’t sure that any man, woman or beast on the planet could ever really deserve Henry Vaughn. “Really? What happened?<br />
“I caught her messing around with some jackass from Holy Cross at a field party a few weeks ago,” he said.<br />
“What?” I sputtered. “Hannah didn’t mention it.”<br />
“I didn’t exactly hire a skywriter if you know what I mean.”<br />
“Right.” I shook my head. “God, Henry, I’m so sorry.”<br />
“No worries. I’ve had time and I’m fine with it,” he said with a casual shrug, but I could tell he was still hurt by the betrayal.<br />
If I didn’t like Elise before, I really hated her now. I wanted to press the issue, squeeze out all the dirty details but I could tell Henry didn’t want to talk about it, so I let it drop. I’d definitely have to ask Hannah about this later.<br />
The ride to school was a little awkward. Maybe it was because we’d been discussing Elise, or maybe it was because it was just the two of us and we’d never hung out without his sister. Not that we were hanging out. Henry was just giving me a ride to school and that was all. Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that Hannah must have put him up to it. Yep, that would explain why he showed up this morning. She must have read my sad email and begged her brother to rescue me.<br />
So, that begged the question: was a pity ride to school better or worse than having your dad drive you to school? I couldn't be sure. Both options made me feel pretty pathetic though I knew which one I preferred. It was a no brainer. I’d take the pity ride with Henry any day. Especially if it came with a pumpkin spice latte. I took a sip of my glorious caffeinated coffee.<br />
“Have you talked to Jellybean much?” Henry asked, finally breaking the silence as he pulled into the school parking lot. Jellybean was a nickname Hannah’s family started using when she was a baby, and it stuck.<br />
“Yeah, I got a message from her this morning.”<br />
“Cool.”<br />
“Yeah, cool.” I didn't know what else to say and the uncomfortable silence inside the car was becoming unbearable so I figured it was time for me to make my exit before this got any weirder.<br />
“Well, thanks for the ride,” I said awkwardly. I did a wave/shrug thing before turning to fumble with the door handle. Then, of course, my foot caught on the strap of my bag which caused me to tumble out of the car. Nice. Real smooth, Care.<br />
“You okay?” he asked, jumping out of his side of the car with obvious concern while at the same time trying not to chuckle at my expense.<br />
“Yeah, I'm good. Fine. Golden.”<br />
“At least you saved your coffee,” Henry said, pointing to my still upright cup.<br />
“Right. You gotta have priorities. So… see you later. Or not. Whatever. Bye!” I scrambled like an idiot to make an escape.<br />
Yep. I should've just stayed in bed wallowing. Too late now.<br />
Little did I know that my day was about to get even worse and it wasn't even officially 8AM yet…<br />
“Ah, Miss McKain!” Mr. Kant, the school counselor, waved when I entered the building. He was panting like he’d been walking too fast and he had a phone gripped in his hand. “I’m so glad I ran into you before first period. I was going to have to come and find you.”<br />
“Um, okay?”<br />
“Let’s head into my office. We have a slight problem.”<br />
Dread filled me. What could possibly be wrong? I had never ever ever had a problem at school. The only time my name was called during announcements was to commend me for perfect attendance. And the only reason Mr. Kant even knew me was because he ran a peer counseling club and Hannah and I had both been members freshman year.<br />
“Can you tell me what it is?” I asked nervously as I followed him to the administration office. I had a photography class first period and it looked like I was going to be late.<br />
“Just a moment.” We walked past a group of students who Mr. Kant assured he’d see in turn, and ended up in a corner office. I tried to make myself as comfortable as I could on one of two stiff wooden chairs situated in front of his desk. You’d think a counselor would have comfortable chairs to be, you know, counseled in. But I’d only been sitting for about five seconds when my butt and back started to hurt. I noticed Mr. Kant’s chair was plush and comfy looking.<br />
After sitting down, he wheeled himself over to a filing cabinet and started rifling through a drawer full of papers. My nervousness kicked it up a few notches.<br />
“The first day is always hectic so we try to help out in different ways,” he told me. “I’m working on clearing scheduling kinks.”<br />
“Okaaaay?”<br />
“It seems that the photography elective you signed up for last year is full so you’ll have to switch to an alternative class,” he dropped this information in my lap as though it wasn’t a big deal.<br />
But it was. It was huge. I was not a go-with-the-flow kind of person. I didn’t just change class schedules on a whim. I calculated. I weighed options. I planned. And I had planned on taking that class.<br />
“What do you mean?” I asked, fighting against the desperation in my voice. “I signed up for this class last year. It was supposed to be guaranteed.”<br />
Mr. Kant, a.k.a., “The Troll Messing With My Schedule,” swiveled his chair away from the files to face me and said, “I think you understand that nothing in life is guaranteed.”<br />
“But…” my voice trailed off and I shook my head. “I don’t know how this happened. I was supposed to have this class to work toward being a yearbook photographer.” Hannah had encouraged me to go for it. I was already decent with a camera but I needed the class to even be considered for the yearbook position. If I didn’t take it this year, there was no way I’d get the position next year.<br />
“You are only a junior,” he said, like I was unaware of what my grade level was. “And you are aware, of course, that seniors get scheduling priority. Next year, that will be you, and you can organize your schedule how you like.”<br />
“But we’re talking about this year.”<br />
“Yes, we are.”<br />
“Can’t you just slip me in? It's just a photography elective. It's not like it's a core class,” I argued. What was happening to me? I never argued with adults. I was a model student. I was a sit-in-the-front-row and never-even-tardy kind of girl.<br />
This wasn’t fair.<br />
I’d signed up for that class last spring. Hannah and I had talked about it extensively. She’d left me one of her cameras specifically for this purpose. I was counting on this. It was the only thing I had to look forward to this semester.<br />
“You’re right. Photography is an elective, and you have other options for an elective. Good options.”<br />
“Please don’t do this to me,” I said, now dangerously close to tears. I could feel my throat tightening and my eyes burning. “I’m begging you.”<br />
“If I made special arrangements for every student then where would we be?”<br />
“But it’s not for every student. It’s just me.”<br />
Mr. Kant, who I was now upgrading to “Jerkface,” didn’t seem even remotely sympathetic to my plight. He sat back in his chair and sighed. “That’s what everyone says.”<br />
“But I have a perfect record!” I wasn't about to give up yet. “I've never even so much as skipped a class. I get straight As!” Okay, so there was that time last year when I got a B in Calculus, but it was a B+ so that’s practically an A. I mean, hello, it was Calculus! “You can't make just a tiny exception?”<br />
“Miss McKain, I'm sorry but I can’t.”<br />
“But—”<br />
“I really can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re going to have to choose something else for that time slot.”<br />
“Okay, fine. Whatever,” I conceded. Now that I knew I was getting nowhere fast, I wanted to get out of this office as soon as possible. Hopefully before I burst into tears in front of all the other students who were waiting to speak to the school counselor.<br />
He considered whatever was on his computer screen and said, “Your choices for first period electives are Intro to Theater or Marine Biology.”<br />
I choked on a laugh. “You're joking.”<br />
“Afraid not, Miss McKain.” A note of real annoyance crossed his voice, as though I was purposely being difficult. So what if the line of students outside of his office was growing restless? I wasn’t the one who screwed up my schedule. This wasn’t my fault. “Now, are you going to pick a class or will I have the honor?”<br />
Theater or Marine Biology? These were not good options in that they both sucked.<br />
I couldn’t help but feel like if Hannah were here, none of this would be happening. She'd have somehow convinced Mr. Kant to give me the class because she had that kind of power over people. I called it the Hannah Effect. And, if all else failed and she couldn’t get Mr. Kant to relent, she’d probably have dropped another class herself so that we could suffer through Romeo and Juliet or learn about the mating habits of squid together.<br />
“I’m waiting,” he said impatiently, giving me a pointed look.<br />
I found myself wondering, what would Hannah do? Costumes and bright lights or salty water samples and dead crab carcasses to examine?<br />
“Theater,” I said quickly. I just might have to get a bracelet custom embroidered with WWHD? to get me through this year.<br />
“Excellent.” Mr. Kant nodded and typed the change into his computer. He printed out the new schedule and handed it to me. “You're all set.”<br />
“Fine,” I told him ungratefully as I stared down at the slip of white paper. It looked innocuous enough, but it was solid proof that major suckage was ahead.<br />
“Intro to Theater,” I read quietly, my insides going icy cold. Theater. Theater. That meant acting. Being on a stage. In front of other people.<br />
Was I crazy? For all of my life, I’d made a point of staying off the radar. I didn’t go to school dances. I didn’t date. I didn’t make a spectacle of myself. If you searched “wallflower” in the dictionary, I was confident that my name would be listed under the derivations.<br />
Fingering the paper schedule, I realized that my sudden burst of Hannah-infused gusto had been a huge blunder. I swallowed and lifted my chin, but before I could tell Mr. Kant that I’d been joking and really wanted to spend first period learning about red algae and sea turtles, he looked past me to the line of students waiting outside his office, waved his hand and shouted, “Next!”<br />
<br />
****<br />
The walk down C hall—a hall I had never once been down—seemed painfully long. My stomach was in knots and my head was killing me. I located the classroom by the number plaque nailed over the door. I had every intention of sliding into a desk in the back row. Preferably in a dark, dank corner where I could blend into the shadows and no one would notice my presence.<br />
Except there were no desks.<br />
None.<br />
There were just two rectangular tables surrounded by a few mismatched metal chairs. There weren’t nearly enough seats for the number of students already gathered in the classroom, but nobody seemed to mind. They were sitting on the floor and the windowsills and on a handful of bean bag chairs that were scattered throughout the room.<br />
There was so much chaos everywhere I looked that my stomach started to feel swishy.<br />
Bright, sparkly costumes were draped over hangers and haphazardly thrown onto rolling racks. Posters of Broadway shows were pinned cockeyed to the walls with bright red and blue thumbtacks. On a low circular table near the back window there was a box full of random props. I spied a pair of purple goggles, a plastic microphone bedazzled with rhinestones, and a green wig that looked like it belonged in a Dr. Seuss book.<br />
The whole scene made me want to turn and run, but before I could backtrack, a tall, willowy woman glided through the door, effectively trapping me inside.<br />
“Hello, actors and welcome to Intro to Theater!” she greeted us enthusiastically. “My name is Nina but—” she bowed her head and sighed, “—alas, the administration insists you all call me Mrs. Cobb.”<br />
A few people laughed. I nervously backed myself up safely against the nearest wall and tried my best to be invisible.<br />
Nina, or Mrs. Cobb, could have been twenty or fifty for all I could tell. She was wearing all black—loose gaucho pants, a flowy blouse, and pointy-toed shoes. The only splash of color was a bright orange and pink skinny scarf that actually looked more like a knitted necktie than anything else. Her hair was long and dark brown with heavy bangs that fell in a blunt line straight across her forehead.<br />
“Let’s circle up!” she called out, pushing at the thick frames of her glasses. “We’re going to play a couple of getting-to-know-you games. Maybe even try a little improv on the first day.”<br />
Circle up? Was she serious?<br />
The rest of the class got busy pushing aside the tables to make a wide enough space in the middle of the room to accommodate everyone.<br />
“Is she going to make us all join hands?” I asked the air.<br />
“She probably will,” said a cute boy I semi-recognized. “Before the bell rings, we’ll all be singing ‘Kumbaya’ and telling each other our deepest fears.”<br />
“No… not really?”<br />
He laughed at my expression. “No, you’re safe. She’s just going to go over the basics today. If she actually calls anyone up for improv, it will be with volunteers.”<br />
“Thank God. I’m not nearly caffeinated enough.” I took a breath. “Um, by the way… How do you know all this?”<br />
“I’m actually assisting for the class,” he told me.<br />
“Oh.” Well, that explained it. I looked him over again, taking in his sculpted hair and dark brown eyes. He was looking more and more familiar to me. “Are you…?”<br />
“Miles Sloan,” he offered.<br />
That’s right. Northside was a huge school, servicing Libby Park and two other nearby towns, but after a while you started to notice the same people and put them into categories. Miles was one of the drama kids and I was pretty sure he’d played Captain Hook in last spring’s Peter Pan show. I hadn’t seen the play—just the posters—but I remembered Hannah talking about it. “I think you were lab partners with my best friend last year.”<br />
His eyebrows moved. “In chemistry?”<br />
“Yeah.”<br />
“Hannah Vaughn?”<br />
I nodded. “Yep.”<br />
“Ah…” Something sparked for him. I saw it move across his face. “I remember... You used to wait for her after class. You’re the friend.”<br />
The friend. That’s how I was known.<br />
“Hannah’s an angel,” he continued. “She saved my ass in that class.”<br />
She had mentioned something about covering all the lab assignments because Miles was cute but far from the brightest bulb in the chandelier. “She’s good at that.”<br />
The tables were still being moved around. Someone had knocked over one of the garment racks and another girl caught her sweater on a fake sword so now a huge cleanup effort was being coordinated. I was fine hanging back like this with Miles.<br />
“So, how is Hannah doing?” he asked.<br />
“Oh, she’s good. She’s in London this year.”<br />
“For the whole year?”<br />
I wanted to say, Yes, and thank you for the reminder. Instead, I mumbled, “Uh, yeah.”<br />
“That’s awesome. I bet she’s having a blast,” he said, smacking his lips. “She does the writing thing, doesn’t she?”<br />
“She does. She’s actually in a great writing program there. It’s like…” I searched for something more to say. “It’s a really big deal.”<br />
“Very cool.”<br />
And it was. It was the coolest. That was what I had to keep reminding myself.<br />
In the center of the classroom, Mrs. Cobb lifted her arms and swung them around her body. “We are ready!”<br />
We all sat down and she explained the rules of the getting-to-know-you game. We would go around the circle, each telling two truths and one lie. The people sitting on either side of us had to guess which of our statements were true and which one was false. Shockingly, I’d actually played this at a sleepover in the fourth grade. I remembered it being like a very tame version of Truth or Dare.<br />
“Should you really be playing this game?” I whispered to Miles. “Since you’re the teacher’s assistant, it seems kind of unfair. Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know... assisting?”<br />
He smiled at me. “The teaching assistant title is a loose one. Mainly this is just Mrs. Cobb helping me fill in one of my elective spots,” he confided. “I’m already in her advanced class this afternoon and I’m also a member of the drama club. For this class, I’ll have to help with grading and do some busy work, but I’m hoping once we get into the play, I can use the time to practice lines and run through my scenes.”<br />
“The play?”<br />
Miles didn’t get a chance to answer. The game had moved fast around the circle and we were up.<br />
The “facts” I told about myself were lacking in drama and beyond lame. The first truth I shared was that I had never left the state of Oklahoma. The second was that I had an unhealthy addiction to coffee and pretzel M&Ms. The lie I told was that I was allergic to nectarines.<br />
Miles picked out the lie right away, but since he was the first student to talk to me aside from Henry, I decided not to hold it against him.<br />
“How did you do that?” I asked him when the game and the rest of “circle time” was over and we were retrieving our bags from where we’d all dumped them by the windows.<br />
“How did I do what?”<br />
“Figure out my lie so easily.”<br />
“The key to lying is to not hesitate. Works every time.”<br />
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, smiling at him.<br />
He grinned back.<br />
Talking to Miles wasn’t the same as having Hannah here—not even close—but it was pleasant. His jeans were way too tight and he had on copious amounts of cologne, but he seemed nice enough. Maybe we would become friends. And, maybe this class wouldn’t be so bad after all.<br />
“Thank you all for joining in today,” Mrs. Cobb said over the scrape of tables and chairs being moved back into position. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk about elements of acting and the fall production. As you all know from the form you were given when you signed up for the class, participation in our show is mandatory. This means your afternoons from mid-September until December will be occupied!”<br />
“Did she really just say that?” I asked Miles.<br />
He just laughed. That wasn’t the response I was hoping for.<br />
“I mean it,” I pushed. “I signed up late so I didn’t see anything about a play…”<br />
“You’ll be fine.”<br />
“But I won’t be,” I said firmly. “I don’t do stuff like school plays. I can’t even give speeches in class.”<br />
“It’s okay,” he said in a reassuring tone. “Participation is required, but there’s no way everyone is going to get a part. Especially not in this class.”<br />
“Are you sure?”<br />
The dismissal bell rang out shrilly and students started to push past us.<br />
“I’m sure,” he told me. “You have to go through the audition just so you understand the process and get the experience, but that’s all. The people who don’t get speaking parts will be put in the chorus or given a job backstage. There’s plenty to do.” He lifted his hand and started to list the tasks on his fingers. “Make up, costume stuff, design work, and there’s even going to be set building.”<br />
“You said… the chorus?”<br />
Miles moved his head. “It’s a musical. I don’t know which one yet, but, between us, I’m hoping she picks West Side Story. I’ve always wanted to play Tony.”<br />
“Ummm…”<br />
It was bad enough that I had to take a theater class but now I was going to be expected to audition for a musical?<br />
“Do you sing?”<br />
In the shower, but that was about it. “No…”<br />
“Play an instrument?”<br />
I thought of my mother’s piano, sitting at home gathering dust. “I used to play piano but—”<br />
“Well, there you go,” Miles said. “Caroline, I’ve got to get moving, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?”<br />
“Sure,” I replied absently. My mind was already someplace else.<br />
As I wandered out of the classroom, I considered the possibilities. Maybe I could run away. Or perhaps I could still get that spot in Marine Biology. Because, all things considered, researching the mating habits of squid didn’t sound so terrible anymore.<br />
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