Friday, November 28, 2014


That when I was a college senior wrestling with the MA versus MFA and told my father that I'd decided to attend an MA program, he stopped the car and said, "You don't want to do that. You want to do creative writing."

That one of my Spanish professors agreed. "You can read all of those books on your own," he said. "You should do the creative writing thing."

That there are people willing to read my words (and reread) (and reread again).

That ten years after surgery that replaced my torn ACL with a graft of my patellar tendon, I can do stupid things like run five mile races without training and have no pain.

That when the spirit moves me, I can still kip with my feet off of the ground.

That when I return from wandering dark roads, faces turn to greet me.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Why I Write

The song that pierces you. The lyrics you know by heart, although for the life of you you can't unravel an antiderivative anymore. The open road, the stars over the dash, the throb of the engine. The single light on the mountain. The highway that twists away in a puff of exhaust. 

Best friends giggling in the dark. Sweatshirts and fall wind against bare legs as you run over red-gold leaves and long grasses that scratch at your skin. Sometimes you want to lie down, breathless, and other times you want to sprint so they can't catch you. 

The promise of a look. The moments that exist just between us. The hiss of rain, the first peal of thunder. Lightning on the water. 

To sing to you. To sing to myself. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

Pitch Wars 2014! About Me, Wishlist, & Mentor Blog Hop!

Back and better than ever!

About me:

I mentored Pitch Wars last year, and I had such a blast with my mentees (#TeamDangerZone) that I can't wait to participate again!

I'm from (the state of) New York and coach competitive gymnastics, throwing girls into the air and catching them on the way down. I love country music, driving down back roads, all things Peeta Mellark, and quotes from The Office. I also like to run (slowly).

Why should you pick me?

I'm a writing professor well-versed in providing constructive, in-depth feedback. My BA and MFA are in writing, earned from the blood, sweat, and tears of hours of workshops. I know what it’s like to have your work up for review and what kind of comments are especially useful. (And the ones that aren’t. You know the kind I’m talking about.) I'm encouraging, collaborative, and love brainstorming.

Speaking of feedback/blood/sweat/etc., I’m an agented writer who’s been through the query trenches (and my first novel, WHAT HAPPENS IN WATER, releases in 2015!). I’ve also been an intern at a literary agency, so the slush pile and I have become quite intimate. I see what stands out from the crowd, and I'm going to help your manuscript achieve that -- while having fun at the same time! You can look forward to in-text comments as well as an "edit letter" of sorts that details what's working and offers suggestions for where to improve.

NOTE: If I'm intrigued by your entry and want to see more material, I will also request a synopsis.

I'd love to see:

Contemporary new adult: Characters in NA situations where romance plays an important role, but so do family, friends, and growing pains. (See: MAKE IT COUNT by Megan Erickson and the upcoming FIERCE by LG Kelso.) I'm also partial to military stories (SOMETHING LIKE NORMAL by Trish Doller). Humor is welcome. Darkness is welcome. A blend of both? Perfect.

Contemporary young adult: Darker stories and complicated relationships (see: POINTE by Brandy Colbert), stories that invert expectations (RECLAIMED by Sarah Guillory and 17 & GONE by Nova Ren Suma), beautifully-written prose (THE SKY IS EVERYWHERE by Jandy Nelson, JELLICOE ROAD by Melina Marchetta). Once again, humor is quite welcome as well (FANGIRL by Rainbow Rowell).

In both, I also love:

  • Stories where the setting is like another character; 
  • Serious athletes (so many great narratives in sports -- send me your athletes!); 
  • Strong friendships, fascinating secondary characters, and love interests with a slow burn are all winners for me.

Feel free to chat with me on Twitter to see if we'd be a good fit!

For submission details and the list of participating agents:

Visit the indefatigable Brenda Drake.

To see the other mentors:

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I look forward to reading your work!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Flipping Out for BEHIND THE SCENES

Today's the release day for Dahlia Adler's contemporary YA novel, BEHIND THE SCENES! If you don't already follow Dahlia on Twitter, get on that -- she's hilarious, provides valuable insight into the pub industry, and rocks a tiara like no one's business. Also, is there any stronger advocate for awesome YA/NA? Methinks not.

High school senior Ally Duncan's best friend may be the Vanessa Park - star of TV's hottest new teen drama - but Ally's not interested in following in her BFF's Hollywood footsteps. In fact, the only thing Ally’s ever really wanted is to go to Columbia and study abroad in Paris. But when her father's mounting medical bills threaten to stop her dream in its tracks, Ally nabs a position as Van's on-set assistant to get the cash she needs.

Spending the extra time with Van turns out to be fun, and getting to know her sexy co-star Liam is an added bonus. But when the actors’ publicist arranges for Van and Liam to “date” for the tabloids just after he and Ally share their first kiss, Ally will have to decide exactly what role she's capable of playing in their world of make believe. If she can't play by Hollywood's rules, she may lose her best friend, her dream future, and her first shot at love.

The fabulous and talented Dahlia!

To celebrate BEHIND THE SCENES's release, I'm going backstage into my own life.

Way back.

To the '90s.

Ah, when the scrunchies were fierce and the velvet was crushed.

In my novel, WHAT HAPPENS IN WATER, gymnastics plays a major role in Savannah's life -- despite how much she tries to walk away from it. Ever since I was 11 and wanted to do whatever my BFF thought was cool (hi, Lena!), it's been a major part of mine, too.

From the thrill of victory...

Who thought white leotards were a good idea? I shake my fist at you, '90s.

To the agony of defeat.

This boot was made for walking, that's true.

These days, I do more coaching than flipping. It's a line of work that's challenging, rewarding, frustrating, entertaining, enlightening -- much like writing, really. I'm on the sideline instead of up on the beam: observing, making corrections, offering encouragement and motivation.

But when that siren song whispers in my ear -- back tuck circle? -- I must heed the call:

Speaking of siren songs:

You can stop by Amazon, B&N, the Book Depository, and Indiebound for your copy of BEHIND THE SCENES!

Thursday, June 5, 2014

That Dares And Defies

I have won NaNoWriMo three times.

Book 1: New adult before "new adult" was a thing. Possibly the most fun I've had writing a novel, besides WHIW. A plot line needs to be overhauled and scenes to be filled in, but I'd love to get back to it one day.

Book 3: Young adult fantasy with fast-talking characters, battle scenes, and blood rain. I hit 50K and realized that there were many Ks to go for the story to be told. But I enjoyed those wisenheimers and also want to return to this.

Then there was book 2, year two. Oh, book 2.


There is no excuse for book 2. That's what I told myself last night when I cracked it open to reread it. Two years out from my MFA and I had book 1 and my thesis under my belt. Both of those works were coherent. Structured. 

What book 2 was going to be:

-Multi-POV chapters that so that each chapter could stand alone as a short story while relating to the whole; 
-A total free-for-all -- no planning, no outlining, no cheating by writing scenes beforehand; 

Culminating in Unadulterated Literary Genius. You could smell the artistry from a mile away. I was sure of it. 


What actually happened:

-Magical realism;
-Characters running around in the woods like Arden's going out of style;
-Public bathrooms;
-An adult kidnapping;
-Selective blindness;
-Two daughters and a tired dad narrating;
-An ambiguous ending;

Culminating in I'm Only Finishing This Because I'm Too Competitive Not To. See also: Hot Mess, Never Show This To Anyone, and At Least My Fingers Got Exercise From Typing.


From Kate Chopin's The Awakening:

"Painting!" laughed Edna. "I am becoming an artist. Think of it!"
"Ah! an artist! You have pretensions, Madame."
"Why pretensions? Do you think I could not become an artist?"
"I do not know you well enough to say. I do not know your talent or your temperament. To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts--absolute gifts--which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist must possess the courageous soul."
"What do you mean by the courageous soul?"
"Courageous, ma foi! The brave soul. The soul that dares and defies."
I had forgotten.

I forgot how good it felt to let my mind go nuts and see what happened. I'd forgotten that hey, these plot points actually ended up working out in weird ways and that there were some solid dialogue exchanges. That I'd allowed myself to write something strange and uncomfortable (especially one scene -- OH, THAT ONE SCENE), and that I saw it through to the finish.

And I'd forgotten about one of my favorite passages of The Awakening, a book I read in college and held close to me.

Without meaning to, I had begun limiting myself. These were the things I could do well and I'd do best to remain in said places.

Or else--

Or else what?

So here's to those places. Stumbling in the dark, turning on the light, and watching the shadows twist. Following where they go. Seeing what happens next.

Monday, June 2, 2014

The Only Way I Know


If there had been an apparatus featuring the best battle between mind and body, I would have won. 9.9/10.

I could tell you the song that was playing on the PA system as I jumped to the high bar. The thoughts that followed the flick of a wrist and feet sliding together before my jump series on balance beam. Irrelevant thoughts, scooting wider than the four inches I stood on. They dared me to look away, to see if I could stay on, to wonder who was watching and what that person was thinking.

Too tired. Can’t do it. Don’t fall.

Was it all some subconscious gladiator game, making it so that when I stepped on the medal stand, it was more than my gymnastics who had won?

“You can do it,” I tell my gymnasts these days, but their lips are pursed and their eyes look past me, focusing on the judges. Worrying.

I get it. I do.


Race day might as well be considered a mental field day:

Too slow.

Too painful.

Too thirsty.

Running is perfect, really, for minds like mine; with no physical obstacles ahead save the occasional incline, your brain needs something to toil over to fill the miles.

10K in the pouring rain. Ten miles down the George Washington Parkway. The annual Turkey Trot, with the final three miles rolling up, up, up –

Always the same refrain.


Enter this year’s Brooklyn Half, a race that I’ve trained for quite poorly. I enter the starting corral with a sore hip on what promises to be a shining, warm day with half of the course on open road.

Too slow, too painful, too thirsty – yeah, that sounds about right.

The first few miles are fine – enjoyable, even, with the air still cool against the rising sun. I weave in and out of runners, giving me a false sense of my own speed. But with arms and music pumping, I feel good.

Around mile eight, the course flattens onto the road. Some trees, some spectators with silly signs, and five miles of pavement to go.

Running becomes jogging becomes baby hops from one foot to the other. Of all things, my stomach begins growling. I decide to get Gatorade at the next water stop – some calories will help – and wash it down with water so I’m not thirsty. It works for about half of a mile.

Wouldn’t it be nice to sit on that bench, lie down under those these, walk off of the course and vanish into the subway system? (And find a sandwich along the way?)

Just get to the next water stop. You can do it.

Sorry, what was that?

You got this.

It’s the mantra I repeat when I down my final cup of water at the twelfth mile, knowing the last 1.1 will feel like the longest of them all.

Keep going.

I find the right song to play nonstop (seriously, how couldn’t I be inspired by Jason Aldean, Luke Bryan, and Eric Church?). I keep one foot off of the ground at all times. Sometimes that’s all you can ask for.

Maybe, just once, I’ve trained my mind to work with me. 

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Live and In the Flesh: My Writing Process

Thanks to Renee Gian for tagging me in the epic Writing Process blog hop! (By the way, did you know she lives in Egypt? And that it's a factor in her work? Awesome!)

Learn more about Renee here!

What am I working on now?

I've just finished the first round of revisions for my contemporary YA, WHAT HAPPENS IN WATER, which means that Savannah, Cassie, and Marcos have been kicking around in my head for the past couple of months. Now my attention's between two projects: 
  • an elite runner with a serious attitude problem in New Mexico;
  • road trip, found footage, best friends turned failed lovers turned failed friends in Oklahoma
How Scrivener sums up my life's work. 

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

Savannah, the protagonist of WHAT HAPPENS IN WATER, is an (ex-)gymnast climbing her way back. The gymnastics world is one that I know intimately, and I've done my best to portray it as faithfully as possible. 

Outside of that? My voice -- and perspective -- combine some humor, some gravity, some pretty words, and some straight talkin'. For better or worse, it's all me. 

Savannah and I share an affinity for being upside-down (and water). 

Why do I write what I do?

I write everything, really, but it's YA that captured my imagination halfway through grad school and never let go.

I kept it on the down-low that I'd work through a tome for fiction class during the week, then devour the latest Sarah Dessen novel from the library over the weekend. My BFF Flo surreptitiously lent me books like contraband, and THE HUNGER GAMES and LOOKING FOR ALASKA sealed it: these were the stories I wanted to read, and in turn, write. 

What I love about contemporary YA especially is that it's page-turning and entertaining while being capable of punching you in the gut. It can be a mirror; it can be an immersion in another world. Either way, there's always urgency -- this story must be told. My goal is to strive to be part of that class. 

Prepping for the Quarter Quell.

How does my writing process work?

Throat clearing. Pedaling around the Internet. Typing stumbling sentences onto my phone as I start to fall asleep.

When I'm in the thick of writing, it's like nighttime, piecing together my own constellations. Sometimes they're nonsense shapes, the kind you squint at, tilt, say, "Okay, yeah, maybe that could be a bull with just the right moon phase." Other times, they're the arrow pointing into the dark, urging me on. 

Up next...

The rockin' L.G. Kelso!

L.G. Kelso is a fantasy and contemporary novelist. L.G. is working on a fantasy series as well as a contemporary sports romance novel. Her contemporary work takes place in the gritty world of MMA, and as a boxer, she strives to bring an authentic view of the always crazy, often times breathtaking, and sometimes painful world of MMA into her novels. [DG's note: SHE SUCCEEDS!]

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