Saturday, June 25, 2016

Write Type CP Match: Summer 2016 Edition!

Welcome to Write Type CP Match! I'm Rebecca Blevins, your host for all things middle grade!

Feel free to comment on any of the following excerpts. If they comment back, it's a match! Please remember that we aren't doing any critiquing on these excerpts. It's kind of like speed dating--you're only looking to see if there's mutual interest. The in-depth critiquing comes later.

Also, WARNING. We at Write Type CP Match serve as hosts only. We do not do background checks, know if your potential crit partner likes the color chartreuse, or might actually be Zafflewaffle from the planet Sturg. (Though Sturgians might make fabulous crit partners, you never know.) So please proceed with all the awareness you'd have while traveling through a Fire Swamp.


With all that said, we have a lot of fantastic entries! Go forth and find your crit partners!




MG Fantasy and Magical Realism





MG Science Fiction

Science Fiction: Travis Corter



MG Contemporary



MG Other






MG Science Fiction: Travis Corter

Name: Travis Corter


Age Category: MG

Genre: Science Fiction

Other Age Categories and Genres I Like to Write: YA Science Fiction, YA Fantasy, YA Contemporary

Twitter Handle: @TellMeAStoryGuy

Chapter Excerpt is From: Chapter Five

500 Word Excerpt:

            I stared at the coaster’s bright lights and swallowed the lump in my throat. What did she have against magic? Would she ever stop hating me for loving it?
            Mom smoothed her dark pantsuit. It looked so weird on her. She used to wear summer dresses all the time until Dad died.
            “I’m sorry. I just worry.” She smacked the arm of the bench like she just had the best idea ever. “You still look pretty wet. Why don’t you go dry off on the Twist and Shout? I’ve got a whole ream of tickets with your name on it.”
            “I’d rather own it. Here’s your chance to earn back some crucial Mom points,” I told her. “I bet if you let me run the thing, I could get it to go a lot faster. Five bucks a week doesn’t cut it anymore, Mom.”
            “Recession,” she said, pretending to cough.
            “Cheapskate,” I fake-coughed right back. Mom was close to laughing for real. Somehow I felt like that would make everything better—just hearing Mom laugh like things were normal again.
            “Here’s the plan. We lock Mrs. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in a cage in the middle of the park and charge admission for people to watch them try to get out.”
            “I told you not to call them that!” Mom said. Then she was laughing so hard she had to grab her stomach, it hurt so bad.
            Mission accomplished.
            “Is that a no?” I asked.
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Six heart-stopping trips on the Twist and Shout later, I climbed out of the missile-shaped shuttle and staggered down the exit ramp. The adrenaline had cleared my head. I had to refocus. Gary and Jerry couldn’t be allowed to get away with what they’d done.
Brady and I had to come up with some serious payback. I figured I’d find him at the park tomorrow—after my obligatory tour with Mr. Columbus—and come up with the perfect way to those guys back good.
            The park was a different world at night. Screams danced with the lights shining over Hooper’s Hollow. I could feel the perfect revenge plot against the West brothers at the edge of my mind when I saw something that made me look twice.
            I hurried closer to the antique cars sputtering through the Sunday Drive ride.
            And that’s when I saw my first ghost.
            A small child in a tattered brown shirt ran back and forth across the guide rail. Shadows made it impossible to tell from that distance. Terror made me feel like I was in a nightmare; my legs wouldn’t work at first.
          Then the kid stopped dead in the middle of the track. Stared at the oncoming car. He held both hands high in the air and I was now close enough to see him shouting for the driver to stop. But the old car just kept snorting right for him.

Bio: I write mostly YA fiction, along with the occasional MG novel. I also read YA novels profusely. When not writing, you can find me working as a copywriter. I'm an active member of the SCBWI  and love reading book's that grab me by the navel.


Critiquing Style: I like too do line edits for each chapter, then summarize any pacing/tone/character/plot notes for that chapter. Calling out what works and what I like are also important to me. I can't wait to connect with someone!

MG Science Fiction: Michael Lunsford

Name: Michael Lunsford


Age Category (MG, YA, NA, or Adult): MG

Genre: Science Fiction 

Other Age Categories and Genres You Like to Write: None

Twitter Handle: @lunsfordmichael


Web Presence: 
http://www.lunsfordmichael.com

Chapter Excerpt is From: Chapter Ten

500 Word Excerpt:  Chapter Five
They were into their third hour of bone-jangling travel when the Jeep rounded a turn and Piper suddenly jammed full-force on the brake pedal, bringing them to a sliding, pebble-spewing stop. As one, they peered through the resulting billow of road dust at a completely unexpected sight.

To Ledger, it looked at first like a metal statue of a small hitchhiker standing by the side of the road. Then, as he saw more clearly, he thought it looked more like a small man with a flat face wearing a silver raincoat, sticking out his hitchhiking thumb. Finally, he saw it for what it was:  a short, four-legged, stainless steel robot with metallic arms and hands, but no face—just a small, flat-screen monitor for a head, displaying the words “California or Bust”.

As they all stared with open mouths, the robot gave a little wave with its non-hitchhiking hand and the screen changed to the grinning face of a gray-green extra-terrestrial with a large forehead, big black eyes and a tiny mouth and chin, greeting them with a metallic-sounding voice.

“Hello, Earthlings. Take me to your leader.”

Nobody in the Jeep spoke.

“Hello?”

Silence.

The voice changed to something more normal, more human-sounding. “Okay, that was a little joke, maybe not your brand of humor. How about this?”

The face switched to the image of a winking woman with a beauty mark, lots of makeup, puffed-up blonde hair and a sideways smile. It spoke with a husky female voice.

“Hello, big boy. Goin’ my way?”

The three travelers didn’t move.

“Okay, that didn’t work. I’ll have another go.” The face changed again, this time to an older mustachioed gentleman speaking with a posh British accent. “Greetings, chaps! Got any Gray Poupon?” 

Savvy was the first to break out of her astonishment. “You’re a robot!”

The screen changed again, displaying the friendly look of a freckled, studious-looking teenager with glasses. “Yes. Yes I am. I am a robot. I’m sorry I don’t know my name, or I’d introduce myself more properly. But you’re very correct, I am a robot. Yes I am.”

“Why don’t you know your name?” Ledger’s curiosity had finally overridden his amazement.

“Well, it’s hard to say. I know a great deal, in fact I have an entire Wikipedia in my memory banks, but I don’t seem to have any sort of personal history. The first self-awareness I can recall begins with me struggling my way through the woods. It wasn’t easy—even though I see I have two more legs than you guys—but I managed to do that for days, until I finally came to this dirt road. I was just in the process of calculating the best direction of travel when your all-terrain vehicle came bouncing along.”

“So you’d like to hitch a ride?” Piper asked.                                  

“If you wouldn’t mind, yes. I believe you’re making much faster progress than I can, and I am in a bit of a hurry.”

Bio: At present, I write MG SF novels and prefer to critique the same. Claims to fame include writing a musical comedy about Halloween and winning a few play-writing festivals. I also won the Reader’s Choice Awards for my book of wacky poems for kids (more details at www.lunsfordmichael.com.).
                                                                                             
Critiquing Style:  I make notes as I read, catching problems with grammar and style, then provide an overall critique of the story. My greatest weakness is character development and my greatest strength is creative plot elements.