The Writer’s Voice 2014

ENTRY-#62-Adult Historical Fantasy

Query Letter:

Dear Writer’s Voice Coaches,

Rejected by her divine parents for being born mortal, Medusa is raised by a priestess of the Goddess Athena. When she becomes a striking beauty, her cousin rapes her—inside the Temple of Athena, before Athena’s very eyes. Furious at the desecration of her temple, Athena defies logic and punishes Medusa for her cousin’s crime. As a result, Medusa’s legend is born: her hair twists with snakes, her face contorts hideously, and her gaze turns deadly—and she will have to live this way forever.

Two hundred years later, Atheos, a slave and a stonemason, searches for Medusa. If he helps Prince Perseus kill her, he’ll gain his freedom. If he fails, he’ll either be turned to stone by Medusa or be executed by his king.

Atheos, however, becomes another pawn in the Gods’ game for Medusa’s head—blinded and banished to a remote island, he is cared for by a mysterious woman with a haunted past named Medi. An unexpected friendship grows between them, lifting Medi’s depression.  Soon, Medi’s desire for freedom from her traumatic past, from her villainous reputation, and for a life beyond the island, is re-kindled.

But when Medi shares with Atheos that she is Medusa and she accidentally learns Atheos’ dark secrets, her trust in him is destroyed. With the prince’s arrival spoiling any hope of escape, Medusa must finally choose whose freedom, whose life, and whose destiny will be the stuff of legend.

THE BLIND SCULPTOR is a completed, stand alone 98,000 word work of historical fantasy with a split POV.  This book will have cross-over interest to readers of ancient women’s history, appealing to fans of Michelle Moran, India Edghill and Margaret George.

I’m an attorney with a BA in Comparative Religious Studies, a concentration in Women’s Studies, and a minor in anthropology.

Thank you for your time and consideration.


First 250 words of Chapter One:


Serifos, an island off the coast of Greece

Royal Household of King Polydectes


Beneath the walls of King Polydectes’ palace, beneath servants’ feet rushing along hallway floors, and further still, underneath the roots of olive trees, stretched a maze of prison chambers. Sunk into the deepest corner was the oubliette: a stone cell, shaped like a bee hive. At the door, the Phulax rapped his knuckles, speaking to the man lower down, inside the hole.

“Atheos.” A prisoner, disturbed by the sudden noise, howled in the upper hallway. He rapped again. “Atheos.”

Below, tucked around himself like a fox against the snow, a man shivered. Weekly cycles of beatings had left layers of filth on his skin. Stiff peaks of blood in his hair crackled as he wedged himself into the dark corner. He held his breath, body tight in the fetal position, listening. When he heard nothing more, he assumed that the voice was a delusion and burrowed an aching shoulder further into the mildewed straw.

Another hallucination. When was the last time I ate?

From slave to solider to sculptor, to slave again; my luck has brought me back to the beginning instead of back to you. Mara, my love, I’m sorry. When will I see you again?

He concentrated on his breathing to ease his pain. The stones encircling him, forty-two rows up and ninety-six around, had been his home over the past several months, for the crime of Atheos.




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Like A Virgin Contest “Getting to Know You” blog hop!

A few weeks ago, I entered the Like a Virgin Pitch Contest, hosted by the lovely and talented Kristina Perez and Rhiann Wynn-Nolet. To my genuine surprise, I made it into Round One.

Being a virgin, I didn’t have a blog–until last night.

So, without further ado, here are my answers to the Like a Virgin “Getting to Know You” blog hop questions:


Q: How do you remember your first kiss?

A: I remember it very well, thank you.


Q: What was your first favorite love song?

A: Oh, dear. Now THIS will date me. After being dropped off from kindergarten carpool, I vividly remember exiting a Ford station wagon and singing at the top of my four year old lungs, Linda Ronstadt’s 1977 hit, It’s So Easy (To Fall In Love). My first teenage love song was INXS’ Never Tear Us Apart (1988). The song came out the summer before my 15th birthday.  Sitting on my parent’s basement floor, I saw the video on MTV, and I thought, hmmm, this would make a fantastic wedding song.  In 2000, my future husband agreed.


Q: What’s the first thing you do when you begin writing for the day?

A: The initial part of my writing process is a pre-writing brain warm-up. I get in a good 40 to 60 minute workout, either outside or at the gym. It’s when I do my best brainstorming.


Q: Who’s the first writer who truly inspired you to become a writer?

A: Actually, I wasn’t inspired by one particular writer. I was inspired by a movie and an experience. The movie was, The Highlander. The experience was a writing assignment in sixth grade English, because English teachers rock.


Q: Did the final revision of your first book have the same first chapter it started with?

A: No. I chopped the first 30 pages or so.


Q: For your first book, which came first: major characters, plot or setting?

A: Major characters.


Q: What’s the first word you want to roll off the tip of someone’s tongue when they think of your writing?

A: Motivational


**** And a shout out to Mara Rae at  whose linky link I copied and pasted because I am a blogger virgin and didn’t know how to do it. You are a rockstar!

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Things I’ve learned this week:

1. Twitter remains a mystery to me. I don’t understand why people are following me. Don’t you people know I’m boring? I’m an attorney, for heaven’s sake!

2. Twitter pitch contests are a good way to meet other writers and possibly pick up a critique partner. Also, watching the contest feed will drive you to new levels of fear and joy, particularly the teasers. Make sure you have wine or chocolate handy. Or both.

3. If you’re in the process of writing THE DREADED QUERY LETTER and you’re not following Query Shark’s blog and twitter feed, you are missing out. Big time. Here is the link. Thank me later.

4. Writer’s Digest University is pretty awesome. I’ve attended two webinars this month and found them highly informative.

5. Rejection letters sting, but the pain is temporary. Learn what you can and move on. It just takes one YES!

Happy Friday,

A. Writer

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Amoeba Writer

Welcome to Amoeba Writer!

Many years ago, when I became an attorney, first year associates were affectionately called amoeba attorneys. They knew nothing, but were willing and eager to learn their trade.

And so, here I am nearly 13 years later, not practicing law … and starting my entry into the publishing business, seeking representation for my historical fantasy.

I am amoeba writer!

Welcome and I hope you enjoy your stay.

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