I’ve decided to go ahead and throw my hat in the ring for this year’s son of a pitch. I’m looking forward to seeing how we do.
Age/Genre: Young Adult / Supernatural – Noir
Word Count: 75,000
I look forward to participating in this year’s Son of a Pitch contest with the opportunity to get great feedback and hopefully begin a collaboration in getting my novel Prosperity closer to publication. This young adult novel, coming in at around 75,000 words, has great characters you quickly become invested in, plenty of action, and an ending you hopefully won’t see coming.
Nora is a supernatural private investigator who is trying her best to fill her father’s shoes. She finds herself in the town of Prosperity answering a mysterious letter to help out one of the students in town. Nora stumbles upon a series of attacks by a supernatural creature called The Burning Man who can burn his victims with just a touch and she is quickly takes up the case. An attack by the Burning Man at the local high school brings Nora to Kyle who has just moved into town with his father, and who just happens to be the student she has been summoned to help. Kyle is being haunted by the ghost of his dead mother and along with his new friend Joanie and very new girlfriend Alex, they work together to stop the Burning Man and uncover the truth about Kyle’s ghost. The world of the supernatural is strong in Prosperity and unique talents from Nora, Kyle, Alex, and Joanie have to be brought into the light in order for everyone to survive.
I am excited about the idea of working with an agent to make Prosperity the best it can be and start a career as a writer.
First 250 words:
I like diners. For whatever reason there was just something cozy and comfortable about a diner. No matter where you went throughout the country and no matter if it was a chain or a small mom-and-pop kind of place, there was always a familiar feel to them. It’s like there was this unspoken rule that all diners had to follow the same look and aesthetic. Booths lined the walls of the place all around the kitchen/bar where a pair of cooks would slave behind. You could bet that in the corner on the way to the bathroom you would pass a jukebox that had only music in it going up to the past twenty years. The feel of the tables at each booth smelled like bleach and you could see the smears on the table that a hap hazard wash rag went over the surface just good enough to call the thing clean. Then there was the food. You never really have to see the menu; you can always order the same thing regardless of where you were. The BLT sandwich and fries was always my go-to meal; it passed for both breakfast and lunch. It was comforting really; something constant that I could count on in my otherwise crazy and chaotic life.
I traveled a lot. I mean, really a lot. I probably haven’t had a permanent address since I was about fifteen. After my folks split up I traveled with my dad after he took full custody of me from my mom.