This I believe...

This year I got roped into teaching seniors.  One of the assignments that we have the students do is write a belief statement using the guidelines set by this webpage: http://thisibelieve.org/
Today after explaining the assignment one of my students said "Why don't you do it?  If you want us to write one, why don't you do it too?"

Challenge accepted my senior student!!  Here is my belief statement:

I believe that words have power. 

All words spoken or written have the ability to alter a man’s path.  Words are magic.

I started to see the thrill of words when I was a teen. At a time when I had few friends and felt isolated from everyone around me, I found in the pages of books a companion.  The words spoke to me and reached into my soul making me feel that my world and my mind expanded.  Within those black blotches on the page, I felt that I had discovered a place where I could go to seek refuge from the world around me.  The safety of those words shielded me from the verbal barrage that was so often waiting outside the cover of my books in the school hallways. 

I remember that day in 7th grade when a popular boy turned around on the bus, looking me square in the eye, and said “You are the ugliest thing I have ever seen.  You should go kill yourself.”  The words cut.  I didn’t cry.  I didn’t want to cry, but those words stuck to me always making me feel inadequate. 

Years later those words were erased by the words of a man, “You are beautiful and wonderful” this was the man who I would choose to spend the rest of my life with.

Every step of my journey can be traced back to the power of a positive or negative word.  Each book that I have read, or conversation I have had, left behind a little piece of magic in my soul making my life more meaningful.  

While I won't remember every word I've ever read or heard, they endure leaving behind an indelible mark. 

Words give meaning, life, love, and allow people a power beyond their imagining.  Each word we write, type, or speak can build someone up or tear them down.  Words are a powerful weapon we each should yield with caution and compassion. 

Words are power.

Query

Dear Agent:

Conquering the teenage years is difficult enough, but is even harder when one discovers that they are a man-killing dragon. 

In my fantasy book Transformation, a 53,000 word manuscript, 17 year old Asha must not only discover who she is but what she is after accidentally murdering her mother. Without a home to return to she takes refuge with an unknown mentor who pushes her to the brink of physical and emotional exhaustion.  Asha must learn to not only harness the extraordinary power within but come to terms with the killer inside herself.  However, her new-found talents and humanity will be challenged when an ancient evil from her past rises threatening her existence.

This book is the first in a planned two book series with YA with elements similar to Eragon and Dragons of Autumn Twilight.  

I have always enjoyed reading and writing YA literature and have been immersed in the teenage psyche for the past five years as a high school English teacher.  As a writer I have done script notes and story notes for Sock Monster Productions based out of Hollywood California.  The latest script, called “Mountain Home”, is being considered by a studio for production. While none of my own works have been published I look forward to finding an outstanding agent with enthusiasm for my stories!

Below are the first 250 words of my manuscript.  Thank you for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,

Amber Buckley

She held the baby close to her heaving chest.  Her gaze shot skyward expecting to see the eyes, those eyes, to be staring down at her.  When nothing appeared from between the clouds she sighed a soft exhale of relief.  She pulled the baby away from her body and looked at its soft face. The pink complexion glowed in the moonlight as the child slumbered unaware of their imminent danger. She stroked the child’s cheek with her index finger, tears stinging her eyes.  So young.  How could she leave someone so young?  Her chest swelled with sorrow and tears fell making it appear as if the baby’s face was covered in flecks of glass.  She held the baby back up to her chest her heart thumping a message against the child’s face.  The message she hoped her child would never forget. 

She had to act quickly, those eyes weren’t far behind her.  Grabbing a branch she moved it aside and looked at the building.  It was run down. The windows on the second story sagged and the porch sloped inward making the building look like it wore a perpetual frown.  The sign on the front of the building was still hanging but worn with age.  All she could make out were the words “inn”.  Her hands shook, this wasn’t ideal but she didn’t have much choice.  She couldn’t let him get her baby. 

The patter of rain started. She removed a blanket from her pack wrapping the baby inside of it…

I'm back?

So the technical difficulties have been solved, I got a new laptop with my tax return but unfortunately I have been experiencing motivation difficulties.  I have zero desire to do much of anything, at all...  Writing is slow lately and editing/revising is about to kill me but hopefully I'll be back to full speed soon.

We are experiencing technical difficulties

So as you may, or may not, have noticed I've gone on a bit of a writing hiatus since about Christmas time.  Well here's what happened: my laptop that I have had for the last 7 years decided its part in my story was ended.  I sat down on the couch opened it up and pushed the power button only to discover that while the media drive was kicking up and the power light was turning on, the machine itself did nothing. The screen stayed black.  Thanks to my awesome, amazingly talented brother in law who knows how these machines work, and are dismantled, the hard drive and my files were saved.  We thought we might be able to revive the machine so we put in a new processor (which didn't work) then we dismantled it and pulled the cmos battery (which also didn't work) and after all of that decided it was the motherboard that was gone.  After a lot of thought I have just decided that rather than put more money into it and pull it apart again I'd let it die peacefully.  So today my laptop has officially joined its predecessors in the computer after world.  I am so incredibly sad about it because this laptop got me through college, the last two years of Nano writing, and I finished my very first completed manuscript on that machine.  It almost feels like I've had a pet die.  Rest in peace my laptop friend.

In the mean time, we've decided that our tax return will probably end up going toward a new machine since it is nearly impossible to work on a desktop computer with a two year old trying to be oh so helpful and push all the buttons on the machine.  Unfortunately until I can get a new laptop my writing has come to an abrupt and screeching halt.  So if you were hoping to see any of my new material or ideas you'll have to wait because for the moment we are experiencing technical difficulties.

The almost lost stories!

I learned a very fundamental lesson in a very big way these past few weeks and fellow writer's don't make the same mistake!

Back in 2008 when I was going back to complete my last year of college I purchased a very nice Dell laptop.  I used it all the time for classes and homework, carrying it back and forth between campus and home but once school was over and I'd graduated the laptop transformed into the writing tool of choice.  The convenience of sitting in the same room as my husband or daughter and typing made my laptop indispensable!  I eventually ended up with 3 story starts on there (like a chapter or two of book ideas/starters), 1 completed rough draft, 1 completed final draft, and this years Nano project. Now keep in mind the completed manuscripts are around 50,000- 90,000 words a piece.

One day I thought to myself, "hey you should back up" and I did back up to Dropbox.  Smart right?  You'd think so.  Well rewind to about 2 weeks ago. I'd just gotten the kiddo ready for bed and went to sit down at the laptop when every writer's worst nightmare happened.  I turned it on and the screen stayed black.  "No! No!"  I banged on the keyboard hoping it would bring the computer back to life but despite whirring and sounding like it was booting up it wouldn't do anything.  I already knew that the work I had done over the past 2 weeks was on that machine since I hadn't backed up recently but then I went to my other computer only to discover that Dropbox didn't get all of the files that I had tried to save on there.  I had about 2 years worth of stuff that was sitting on that laptop and only that laptop.

Long story short I ran the computer over to my very tech-savvy brother in law who managed to get my files off of the hard drive so I am no longer sick to my stomach about the files, I have my work back (hallelujah!) but the computer is still dead.  We're looking at options to get it going again but I learned a very important lesson.  Back up your work!  Every time, all the time!  Don't make a mistake like I did.  I was very lucky to get back what I had but it will never happen again.  I've got a jump drive now and am looking into external hard drives!