Beautiful Books Link-Up: Twinepathy

Is this cheating? I think this is cheating. But the rules do say that you can use whatever manuscript you’re working on, and since I’m not exactly doing NaNoWriMo this year… yeah, it’s not cheating. 😉 Anyway, I’m a little late on this… but let’s get started!

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1. How did you come up with the idea for your novel, and how long have you had the idea?

I actually came up with the title before I came up with any other part of the story. My brain heard the word twinepathy and immediately wondered what would happen if a pair of twins actually had telepathy. I’ve had the idea in vague form for… oh, about two or three months.

2. Why are you excited to write this novel?

Because I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the characters (my squishies!) AND SUPERHEROES. And it’s also a mystery with amnesia and other fun things. Yay! (Writerly bucket list: Superheroes? Check!)

3. What is your novel about, and what is the title?

My story is about some twins who have a real telepathic connection and some other mind powers who accidentally stumble across a mystery and a top-secret superhero agency. The title is (in case you haven’t noticed) Twinepathy.

4. Sum up your characters in one word each. (Feel free to add pictures!)

I am a terrible perfectionist, so I can never find the perfect picture for every person… so I just skip the pictures.

Jen – Secrets

Maddie – Lost

Albany – Passionate

Brooklyn – Sweet

Blaze – Confident

5. Which character(s) do you think will be your favourite to write? Tell us about them!

*moan* These are the kind of questions I hate. Because this is like asking me to choose my favorite Lord of the Rings character or my favorite Avenger – before I watched Age of Ultron and decided that The Vision is my absolute favorite Avenger ever. *cough* Anyway… It’s really hard to decide… but I guess I’d have to say Maddie or Jen. Maddie’s so sweet and scared and confused and lost, while Jen is epic and awesome and has so many secrets and she’s so complex… So if I had to pick one of them, it would probably be Jen. (Also, fun fact: in the non-canon area of my head, Jen trained with the Avengers. Is that cool or what???)

6. What is your protagonist’s goal, and what stands in the way?

Since Albany is our narrator, she’s also technically the protagonist, to put it simply. In the beginning, her goal is to make a batch of bacon cookies without burning them. 😛 In the end, her goal is both to help find the crime person (how can I say this without giving too much away???) and to get revenge: for her sister, for Maddie, and everyone else the crime person has hurt. (Phew!)

7. Where is your novel set? (Show us pictures if you have them!)

The main setting, the town where Albany and Brooklyn live, is supposed to be an “anywhere” kind of place, but it’s definitely in the United States. The only setting that will clearly be mentioned is Antarctica. As in the freezing cold place inhabited only by crazy researchers and penguins. And some superheroes. 😛

Oh! And pictures, of course!!!! I have a teensy tiny obsession with Antarctica…

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8. What is the most important relationship your character has?

This is the easiest question on here for me! 😀 Albany’s most important relationship is the one she has with her twin. Without Brooklyn, Albany wouldn’t be the person she is. Sister power!!! *fist pump*

9. How does your protagonist change by the end of the novel?

Well, I’m not exactly to the end yet… I do know that by the end, Albany has learned a lot. She’s also grown much more mature and she’s seen more of the world, so she’s less flighty and more serious. But don’t worry, she’ll still have her humor. 😉

10. What themes are in your book? How do you want your readers to feel when the story is over?

*gulp* Am I supposed to know themes before I write? Obviously this might change, but I think the main themes are going to be about the power of family, especially sisters, and how terrible revenge can be. And probably a lot of other things, too.

11. BONUS! Tell us your 3 best pieces of advice for others trying to write a book in a month.

  1. TRY TO STAY OFF SOCIAL MEDIA!!!! I know, I know… but try to make it your reward for reaching your word count. Otherwise, you’ll never make it.
  2. Actually WRITE. If you spend all your time checking to see how others are doing on their NaNo projects or looking up the “perfect word,” you won’t finish.
  3. Have Fun! This is the most important of all. If you don’t have fun doing NaNo, what’s the point of doing it? O.O
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Author Interview @ The Scribbling Sprite

Hullo, everyone! Just a quick post to let you know that I did an author interview with Ally at The Scribbling Sprite! The post went up yesterday, and I was so excited! You should definitely go check it out, and take a peek at some of her other posts, too. You can also check out her sweet review of Paralyzed Dreams while you’re at it! 😀 Have a great day, everyone!

Twinepathy (Part 7): For Now

Hullo, everyone! NO IT’S NOT MONDAY. 😛 I apologize for this post being late. I forgot to pre-schedule it, and I wasn’t able to post it yesterday. Onward! (P.S. Now’s your last chance to join in on the cover reveal! Let me know if you’re interested…) Click here if you’re new!

Brooklyn and I both stare at the spot where Blaze – or whoever (who would name their kid Blaze?) – was standing. I slowly reach out my hand and feel the air where he was. Nothing. I glance over at Brooklyn. “What are we going to do?” I whisper.

She looks at me, frightened. Maddie peeps out of the cushions. “Is he gone?” she asks, looking around.

“For now,” I answer, disliking how ominous it sounds. “He kept referring to ‘us’ and ‘we’. What do you think he was talking about?” I ask Brooklyn, my mind going into mystery solving mode.

She shrugs. “For all we know, he could have multiple personality disorder or something.”

“Like Gollum…” I say thoughtfully. “And by enhanced… Somehow he knows we have powers.”

“He clearly has powers as well,” Brooklyn points out matter-of-factly.

Well duh. “He said something about going to talk to someone, and fixing the problem…” I muse aloud. “And he’s coming back.”

“He’s also cute,” Brooklyn mentions absentmindedly. I roll my eyes. Just what we need. Brooklyn falling head over heels for some weirdo. Brooklyn perks up. “What if we hide, and when he comes back, if he does, we can bash him over the head with something?” She reaches for Mom’s Italian vase again.

I groan. “No, we can’t do that. We’re already sort of hiding an amnesiac, underage kid. We don’t need to add assault to our list of possible crimes.”

She shrugs. “Then you come up with a plan.”

I glance over at Maddie. She’s watching us with fear. Fear of us, or fear of the Blaze guy? Then a thought occurs to me, and I send it to Brooklyn. Do you think she could have powers, too?

Brooklyn and I have always thought we were alone. We’ve never met anyone with powers before, and we know that Mom and Dad and Denver are all “normal.” But now we know for sure that there are other people out there with superpowers. And who knows how many there really could be? Anyone could have powers. Maybe comic books were based off true stories, and superheroes are really real.

Brooklyn just looks shocked at the idea. I sit down next to Maddie on the couch and lean towards her. “Maddie, you said you felt and urge to do something with your hands earlier. Could you show me?”

She looks worried. “I… I could try. I don’t want to hurt anything, though.”

This may not be the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had, but we can hope she doesn’t do anything like start earthquakes or set things on fire. I nod. “Go ahead. But don’t direct anything at me or Brooklyn.”

Maddie nods and turns her gaze to the glass of water on the table. She narrows in on it, then stretches out her hand. Something about the angle of her fingers or her wrist is weird. She closes her eyes and her brow furrows, like she’s trying really hard to concentrate and remember something. I notice the water in the glass slosh a little bit, and then the glass slides across the table into Maddie’s hand.

Whoa! Maddie has powers! Boy, I can’t wait to see what happens next… 😉

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Twinepathy (BONUS Part 6): You Look Shocked

Hullo, everyone! “WHAAAAAAT?” you might be asking. “IT’S NOT MONDAY!” And then you devour the post anyway. Think of this as a celebration post. 50 people have added Twinepathy on Goodreads, AND I hit 10,ooo words! That certainly deserves celebrating, doesn’t it? So a bonus post for you, my friends. Enjoy, and don’t forget to share! (New? Start here.)

Brooklyn and I probably look even more identical as we gape at the intruder. I’m really wishing Denver was down here right now. Madison peeks around from behind me, staring at him with wide eyes. He gazes around the room, then turns his gaze on us, a grin teasing us. “You look shocked,” he says, faking surprise.

Brooklyn recovers first. “How did you get in here?” she nearly screeches. “Get out!”

Vague concern pops onto his face. “You really should calm down,” he says mildly.

I grab Brooklyn’s arm before she can do something rash, like throw Mom’s antique Italian vase at the guy. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I demand. I’m pretty sure Madison just burrowed into the couch cushions to hide.

He gasps dramatically. “Oh, how rude of me! Where are my manners today? I’m Blaze.” He gives me a charming smile. I give him a skeptical look.

“Right,” I say slowly. “And your reason for breaking into our house?”

Blaze – if that’s really his name – motions to the ball thing. “You called me. And to be fair, I didn’t break in.” He doesn’t elaborate.

Brooklyn lets out a huff. “We didn’t call you. Or we didn’t mean to.”

Blaze smirks. “Well, you did, and I’m here now.”

“Well, you should probably leave,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “If our brother comes down and sees you here… well, you’ll be wishing you’d left.”

He grins. “Oh, I think I can hold my own. I don’t know him, of course, but since he’s not down here, I’m guessing he’s not enhanced, like you two.” He tilts his head, waiting for us to react.

Enhanced? What is he… Is he talking about our connection? My eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?” I growl.

He finally looks utterly bewildered. “Um, you have a contact ball, so of course you have powers. Maybe you pushed the button on accident and didn’t mean to call us, but you should know what it’s for…” He frowns. “Who gave you this?”

I exchange glances with Brooklyn. “No one,” she says. “Albany found it on our doorstep.” Good call not mentioning Maddie. That’s a mystery of its own, and hopefully not related to this weirdo.

Blaze growls. “Of all the…” He sighs and runs his hand through his fudge-brown hair. I hate fudge. “Guess I need to tell Jen we’ve got a complication,” he grumbles to himself. He focuses back on us. “I’ll be back soon, and hopefully we’ll get this all cleared up. Something got mixed up somehow…” He shrugs. “Eh, we’ll figure it out.”

I frown. “Can you please explain this?”

He flashes us a grin. “That would ruin the suspense.”

He disappears.

Blaze!!! Oh, you little nugget… *grins at all of you* He has a bit of a flair for the dramatic, doesn’t he? But what does he have to do with the button on the mini volleyball? And where’s he going? Comment below and let me know what you think!

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Twinepathy (Part 5): That’s Disappointing

Hullo, everyone! I’m here with another part of Twinepathy! Have you been enjoying it? I hope you have, ’cause things are about to get crazier… New? Start here.

Brooklyn stares at the fake volleyball like she’s expecting it to explode, and Madison backs away carefully. Nothing happens. I sigh. “Well, that’s disappointing.”

Brooklyn glares at me. “That’s fortunate! What if something had happened, and it blew up or sprayed acid or something?”

I tilt my head. “You need to read more books. Things don’t happen that way. If it was a bomb, it would have had a countdown clock on it, of course.”

She narrows her eyes. “You’re teasing me. Listen, Albany, this isn’t one of those dumb novels. There’s no guarantee that things will turn out right no matter what.”

You’re forgetting about little Maddie, I remind her telepathically. Lighten up a bit. Sure, I know how high the stakes could be, but to be honest, all we have is… well, a little girl with amnesia and a strange ball with a button on it. That doesn’t really seem all that dangerous to me.

Brooklyn sighs. “Would you like some more water, Madison?” she asks.

Madison nods. “Yes, please.” Why does she have to be so adorable? It makes me want to give her whatever she asks for.

Brooklyn goes to the kitchen, and I get Maddie to sit down on the couch next to me. “So you don’t remember this at all?” I ask, holding up the ball.

She shakes her head, then pauses. “Well…”

I lean forward. “What? Are you remembering something?”

Maddie frowns. “Not… not remembering exactly. But I keep getting the urge to do something, like…” Her frown deepens. “Something with my hands. It doesn’t have anything to do with that.” She motions toward the ball.

Now I’m frowning. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know. I just… I just can’t remember what it is.” Her little fists clench. “And I don’t want to try it in case… something bad happens.”

I pat her shoulder awkwardly. “I know. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Brooklyn comes back into the room and hands Maddie a glass of water. “There you go.” She turns to me. “Albany, I—” Her eyes pop halfway out of her head as she stares over my shoulder.

I spin around instantly, expecting Mom and Dad, or Denver, or something else relatively… normal. Or even something absolutely terrible. But no. All I see is a cute guy I’ve never seen before, leaning against the doorframe, a mask covering most of his face. His fancy suit and cocky manner are almost jarring. He smirks at us and tosses a wink. “Hey, girls. What’s up?”

Whaaaat??? Who is this masked man? (*cough* Couldn’t resist…) What’s going to happen next? How did he even get there? Guess we’ll have to wait to find out…

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Twinepathy (Part 4): The Button

Hullo, everyone! Can you believe that we’re already to Part Four? I’m so excited! Read on, wonderful people!

The next several seconds are mostly incoherent and chaotic. Brooklyn yelps in panic as I race past her into the living room. I kneel next to the girl. “Okay, kiddo, we want to help you, but our parents probably won’t agree. So we need to get you up stairs and hide you, okay?” She hesitates, then nods, and I hurry her up to my room. The bathroom’s a nice size, so I tell her to go in there, and she obeys. Good kid. I remind her to be quiet and then rush downstairs.

I know Brooklyn will have a terrible time acting like nothing’s going on. She’s a horrible liar. So I tell her to just act like we were in the middle of a game of Go Fish – which technically we were, while I go see why Mom and Dad are home so early.

I head out into the garage, where Mom’s getting out of the car. “You’re back early,” I comment. “What’s up?”

She sighs. “Dad left the tickets for the play on the kitchen counter. We need to hurry.”

“I’ll get them,” I volunteer, dashing back inside. I come back out and hand her the tickets. “Forget about it and have a nice night,” I tell her, smiling.

Mom grins back at me. “I will. Oh, by the way, there was a package or something at the front door. You should bring it inside.” She waves as she gets back in the car, and Dad waves too as they pull out of the garage and drive off.

Something on the doorstep? My heart races. Either someone brought a package since the girl came… or she brought something with her that fell when she did. I hurry out to the front porch. Lying there, next to the doormat, is a plastic grocery sack. It’s clearly got something in it, but it’s also filthy. I pick it up gingerly and go inside.

“What did Mom and Dad want?” Brooklyn asks the instant I step inside. She spots the bag. “What’s that?”

“They left the tickets for their play here,” I say absentmindedly. “You can go get… um, the girl.” We really do need a temporary name for her. Brooklyn eyes the grocery bag curiously but heads upstairs and brings the girl down. She looks just as scared as when I left her up there.

“Before I ask you about this bag,” I begin, nodding to the grocery sack, “I want to know if there’s a name you’d like to be called. I’m Albany.” I can’t remember if we introduced ourselves in the original chaos.

She looks at me, still very unsure. “I don’t know.”

I wonder if she even remembers names, or basic information like who the president is. “How about Madison,” I suggest. “It seems to fit you. Do you like it? We can always call you Maddie, if you want.”

She nodded. “That’s fine.”

I grin. “Good. And it even fits with our city name theme. I wonder if you were born in Wisconsin…” Mom chose Denver’s name because that’s where he was born, and Brooklyn and I were born in, you guessed it, New York.

Brooklyn sighs. “You are so cheesy. What’s in the bag?”

I hold it up. “Is this yours, Maddie?”

She gives me a look that says I clearly just asked her the dumbest question ever. It actually looks adorable on her. The look, I mean. “I don’t know.”

Well, duh. Brooklyn hides a snicker. I attempt to recover gracefully. “Well, it was on the front porch. Either you dropped it when you fell, or someone else put it there. I’m guessing you don’t know what’s inside.”

Madison shakes her head, of course. I untie the handles on the grocery bag cautiously and look inside. Brooklyn peers over my shoulder. “Um… is that just a ball?” she asks.

I reach inside and pull it out. It’s a small ball, and it looks exactly like a miniature volleyball, like the one Brooklyn has in her room. But as I turn it over, I notice that the hole where you would normally put a pump thing to blow it up is actually a button. “There’s a button,” I say, handing it to Brooklyn.

She examines it, and Madison leans over to examine it, too. Brooklyn hands it back to me. “I wonder what it does.”

I shrug. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“Albany, no…”

And I, like the impulsive person I am…

I push the button.

Uh-oh… what’s going to happen? Guess we’ll find out next time… 😉 What do you think is going to happen? Let me know what you think! Also, if you’re interested in joining in the cover reveal for Twinepathy, let me know! I’d love to have your help!

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Pessimist And Optimist

Hi, everyone! I thought you would enjoy reading this poem I wrote for a poetry contest (as in, almost a year ago). I didn’t win, unfortunately, but I did make it to the finals! Enjoy!

Pessimist And Optimist

The sun so hot,

I sweat,

I melt,

The days are long and humid.

 

The yard a mess,

I rake,

I sweep,

The leaves keep falling down.

 

The wind so cold,

I shiver,

I freeze,

My fingers nearly numb.

 

The birds so loud,

I weed,

I mow,

There’s so much work to do.

 

The sun so warm,

I bask,

I jog,

The sunshine soothes my soul.

 

The air so crisp,

I twirl,

I leap,

The leaves shed colors on the lawn.

 

The snow so bright,

I shape,

I throw,

The laughter fills the air.

 

The grass so green,

I plant,

I listen,

Nature’s music sings to me.

 

Sour or sweet,

Pushy or helpful,

Harsh or loving,

The pessimist’s view or the optomist’s.

What think you?

Twinepathy (Part 3): An Erased Whatchamacallit

Hullo, everyone! Are you enjoying this so far? Are you excited about yet another post? Are you even reading this, or are you just skipping to the part already? *laughs awkwardly* For those who are reading this, I’ve set the cover reveal for November 1st!!! Eeek! I’m so excited! Well, I’ll let you get to reading now… (Need to catch up? Check out the first part here.)

It’s weird how much things can change in only a few minutes. With those three words, “I don’t remember,” our entire futures were changed. Not just for me and Brooklyn, but for the little girl, and Denver, and Jenna and Blaze and – darn, I’m getting ahead of myself again. So much for trying to be dramatic.

Brooklyn suggests to Denver that he go and get ready for his date. Knowing how nervous he gets, he’ll probably try on every piece of clothing he owns. He’ll be up there a while. Brooklyn gets the little girl to drink some more water, still asking her about random things to check her memory, like her name, age, what she was doing here. But she can’t remember anything.

Read her thoughts. A telepathic message from Brooklyn. It’s understandable why she didn’t say it out loud. The girl would freak out. And, come to think of it, we probably need to find something to call her other than “the girl.” I place a hand encouragingly on the girl’s knee and use that to strengthen my connection to her thoughts. They go something like What’s going on? Who are these people? Can I trust them? Who am I? What am I doing here? Oh boy, I’m so scared. Where’d that guy go? Is it safe here? What happened to me? Why can’t I remember anything? I look past those surface thoughts and… nothing. It’s blank, like a newborn baby’s brain. Not completely blank, though – there are a few memories there, but only ones since she woke up on our couch.

Confused, I pull out of her thoughts. I’ve never been in the head of an amnesia victim before. It’s both intriguing and, to put it bluntly, scary. What would it be like to not remember anything? With my connection with Brooklyn, I’m guessing we could restore each others’ memories, or send our own memories to the other person. But this… true amnesia? Absolutely, positively frightening.

Anything?

I shake my head in answer to Brooklyn’s telepathic question, still a little shaken by the insider view. Brooklyn pulls me into the kitchen. “What are we going to do?” she asks me in a low voice when we’re out of earshot.

“We should probably give her a temporary name,” I suggest. “Like Sydney. Or Madison. We should stick with Mom and Dad’s city name theme. Maybe we can convince them she’s our long lost sister.”

Brooklyn rolls her eyes. “Focus, Al. We need to figure out what to do before Mom and Dad get back.” She pauses. “We can’t keep her here.”

“You make her sound like a pet,” I say, leaning against the counter. “Have you thought about asking her what she wants to do?”

She gives me a withering glare. “She’s just a kid, and she’s a kid that has amnesia. What about her memories?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. It’s like an empty warehouse in her brain, except for the new thoughts and stuff that are coming in since she woke up. It’s like all her memories just disappeared.”

Brooklyn frowns at the table. “So it’s not like she just can’t get to them. They’re not there.”

“Like an erased whatchamacallit.” I wave my hand in the air vaguely. “Those computer things Ezra and Denver go nuts over.”

A frown flits across Brooklyn’s face at the mention of Ezra, but she moves on. “No clue what you’re talking about. But you need to focus.”

I throw my hands in the air. “I am focused! I’m trying to figure out if there’s any way we can fix her memory. It it’s like the computer thingamabob, then Denver might know how to fix it.”

“That’s not our main problem right now,” Brooklyn insists, putting her hands on her hips. “We need to figure out what to do n—” Her eyes pop wide open as she stares over my shoulder.

“What?” I ask, turning around and looking out the window. Panic rises in me. It’s too early, too soon…

Mom and Dad are home.

Duh-duh-duuuuhh… Sounds like they’re in a bit of trouble! What’s going to happen next? Guess we’ll have to wait until next week…

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