How You Can Be Part of My Publishing Process

Whoops, I forgot to tell you how to participate in my writing, revision, and publishing process.

If you sign up to provide support and input I'll put you in my most splendiferous group: Chanel's Cheerleaders and you'll get information FIRST, before anyone else, about when I get an agent, get published, have input into the cover and plot.

Just comment below, telling me how to contact you back, providing the info, or if you prefer, telling me what I should post here that you can comment on.

Thanks immensely and Let's have fun with this.

My new novel and how you can participate!

I've been away for a while...

Not really away, just:

1.adopted a puppy named Chanel (a Chihuahua mix probably terrier, maybe Jack Russell, who loves to jump, run, and play tug of war with one of my old socks. Chanel even appears in my latest YA novel),

2.trying to do final revisions for my latest YA novel, SECRETS TO FOREVER.

This is a picture of one of the spots sixteen-year-old biker/ Native American Lulu and Olivia visit on their cross-country motorcycle tour of the U.S. as they come of age, solve family dilemmas, face romance, nearly go to jail, and meet up with some pretty shifty critters.

This picture portrays one of the trails they follow. Can you name it and tell what city it's in? If you can, I'll gift you a copy of one of my e-books.

Even if you have no idea what city this trail is in or don't care, go to my website at http://www.carolynchambersclark.com to become one of Chanel's Cheerleaders and get current updates on what happens with my novel. Or just to cheer me on as I hunt for an agent!!

Desperate! Need Help Marketing my Books - Looking for Virtual Marketing Assistant

Do you know of a virtual marketing assistant to help me market my books? If you do, please put a comment here with the info.

I am so behind in marketing all my books and want to do better. I've taken the courses, read the books, and still can get my virtual self to do the job that has to be done.

Any feedback is appreciated.

7 Writing Rules You Can Ignore

If you've been writing for a while, you no doubt know there are writing rules and what they are.

Seven writing rules you can ignore are:

1. Write every day.

2. Kill your darlings.

3. Show, don’t tell.

4. Take out all the adverbs.

5. Don’t read reviews.

6. Write what you know.

7. Know your audience.

 To find out why and when you can ignore these rules, click on this line.

New FREE contest for writers of Historical Fiction http://tinyurl.com/zodcsgo Judged by agent @EliseShaull, via @chucksambuchino

New FREE contest for writers of Historical Fiction http://tinyurl.com/zodcsgo Judged by agent @EliseShaull, via @chucksambuchino/

Do you write historical fiction? Here's your chance to get your manuscript noticed by a premier agent!
Go to the tinyurl above for all the details.

Hurry now, you wouldn't want to miss out!!

Exciting Next Chapter in Michelle Hauck's Birth of Saints Series Available now!

The next volume in the Birth of Saints series is available now!

Following Grudging–and with a mix of Terry Goodkind and Bernard Cornwall–religion, witchcraft, and chivalry war in Faithful, the exciting next chapter in Michelle Hauck’s Birth of Saints series!

A world of Fear and death…and those trying to save it.

Colina Hermosa has burned to the ground. The Northern invaders continue their assault on the ciudades-estados. Terror has taken hold, and those that should be allies betray each other in hopes of their own survival. As the realities of this devastating and unprovoked war settles in, what can they do to fight back?On a mission of hope, an unlikely group sets out to find a teacher for Claire, and a new weapon to use against the Northerners and their swelling army.

What they find instead is an old woman.

But she’s not a random crone—she’s Claire’s grandmother. She’s also a Woman of the Song, and her music is both strong and horrible. And while Claire has already seen the power of her own Song, she is scared of her inability to control it, having seen how her magic has brought evil to the world, killing without reason or remorse. To preserve a life of honor and light, Ramiro and Claire will need to convince the old woman to teach them a way so that the power of the Song can be used for good. Otherwise, they’ll just be destroyers themselves, no better than the Northerners and their false god, Dal. With the annihilation their enemy has planned, though, they may not have a choice.

A tale of fear and tragedy, hope and redemption, Faithful is the harrowing second entry in the Birth of Saints trilogy.

Faithful– November 15, 2016

Harper Voyager

Find It: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | HarperCollins | Goodreads

Also enter to win a signed paperback of Grudging, the first book in the series: 

A world of chivalry and witchcraft…and the invaders who would destroy everything.The North has invaded, bringing a cruel religion and no mercy. The ciudades-estados who have stood in their way have been razed to nothing, and now the horde is before the gates of Colina Hermosa…demanding blood.

On a mission of desperation, a small group escapes the besieged city in search of the one thing that might stem the tide of Northerners: the witches of the southern swamps.

The Women of the Song.

But when tragedy strikes their negotiations, all that is left is a single untried knight and a witch who has never given voice to her power. And time is running out.

A lyrical tale of honor and magic, Grudging is the opening salvo in the Book of Saints trilogy.

GRUDGING

November 17, 2015
Harper Voyager

Find it: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Goodreads

FREE PASS to Nightmare on Query Street

Michelle4laughs.com is at it again, offering a FREE PASS to her Nightmare on Query Street
Contest.

If you're a writer looking for an agent, this could be for you. Just go to http://www.michelle4laughs.com/2016/10/nightmare-on-query-street-2016-free-pass.html?showComment=1475701272565#c4209088435715766376

All you have to do is put your favorite Halloween decoration in the comments section and say you did it on the rafflecopter on that page. You could win.

Now hurry on over there. Contest ends on October 10th!

FREE PASS to Nightmare on Query Street

Michelle4laughs.com is at it again, offering a FREE PASS to her Nightmare on Query Street
Contest.

If you're a writer looking for an agent, this could be for you. Just go to http://www.michelle4laughs.com/2016/10/nightmare-on-query-street-2016-free-pass.html?showComment=1475701272565#c4209088435715766376

All you have to do is put your favorite Halloween decoration in the comments section and say you did it on the rafflecopter on that page. You could win.

Now hurry on over there. Contest ends on October 10th!

FREE contest for writers of Young Adult, Judged by Agent Andrea Mossison

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Wildlife Rescue: Saving a Fledgling Pigeon

WILDLIFE RESCUE: HOW I SAVED A FLEDGING PIGEON

Copyright, 2016, Carolyn Chambers Clark

Tropical storm Colin hit the Venice-Englewood Florida area with a bang one Sunday night in June, 2016. The wind roared, the waves tossed, and baby birds fell out of their nests under the fishing pier by Sharkey’s restaurant.

My husband and I love to go to Sharkey’s early in the morning. Catching the lavender and pink sky at sunrise and inhaling the tangy air is a delight. It makes me feel glad to be alive.

My husband loves to fish off the pier, while I walk the beach, collecting shells and invigorating my feet and legs by walking in the surf.

Sunday night, the rains started. That and the high winds kept us off the beach all of Monday. There’s always more wind at the water so I could only imaginr the destruction Mother Nature was releasing at the pier. At our house, newly planted shrubs and flowers whipped around so herd I worried they might be ripped right out of the ground.

Because it had rined the night before, when we got up the next morning, I decided to check the locall weather. I saw a picture of the fishing pier with a CLOSED sign on it. We waited until the sun broke through, and then we got into our car and headed north for Venice.

The sea was very rough, the sky cloudy, and the wind blew off my baseball hat a few times, but I persevered down the beach. The sand was very wet and it felt as if I was slogging through a foot a mud, so I cut my walk short and came back. Halfway there, I saw feathers in the water. When I went closer, I saw a baby bird. I grabbed it out of the water and tried to revive it, but it was dead already. I didn’t know if I should bury it under the sand or leave the poor thing for other birds or animals to eat. I finally left it on the sand, but I felt horrible that I hadn’t been able to save the creature.

That night I dreamed about the bird, saw its water-soaked feathers, and closed eyes. If only I’d come out earlier, maybe I could have saved it.

Although the radio predicted rain on Wednesday, we shoved out raincoats in the backseat of our car and headed for Sharkey’s fishing pier.

As usual, Tony took his fishing cart up the long walk up the pier, but not before he gave me a hug and said, “I’ll see you at the car at nine or nine-thirty.”

I walked across the sand toward the water, taking off my crocs and holding them in my hands as I started north. Many of the turtle nests marked off by the volunteer turtle crew had lost their signage and markers. I hoped not all the mother turtles’ efforts were in vain. As I kept walking through piles of seaweed and tree branches, I saw several new turtle nests, but these were farther in from the shore. I wondered if the departing turtles who had already laid their eggs had communicated with the incoming turtles and told them to bury their eggs farther back from the shore.

I met several people walking the beach. Of course, I had to tell my sad story of the dead bird to them. They all shook their heads and said something like, “Mother Nature can be cruel.”

That didn’t make me feel one bit better. I met several people picking up refuse and I joined in, but my heart wasn’t in it. I just wanted to get to the car and write about the dead bird.

When I was almost to Sharkey’s, I looked out into the water. To my surprise, I saw another bird tossed around by the sea. I ran into the water and grabbed the bird. It was soaked and exhausted, unable to get its footing on the wet sand and roaring wind. I thought it might have a broken foot, but I wasn’t sure. The water-soaked creature let me carry it to the sand, where I set it down, talked to it in a soft voice, and put my hands around the bird to warm and revive it. I didn’t know if it understood what I was trying to convey, but it let me touch and hold it.

A young couple came down the beach and I called them over. “Do you have a cell phone?”

The young woman took out a phone. I didn’t know the number and they were only here visiting, but somehow she found the number for the Venice Animal Rescue and dialed it. They weren’t open until nine and it was only 8:30, so the couple had to leave to check out of their hotel. Before they left, the man moved the bird a little farther from the water and copied down the phone number of the rescue service in the sand for me.

Two little girls and their mother stopped by as I stood watch over the baby bird. “Is he hurt?“ the older one said.

I nodded. “I think so. I just called the Animal Rescue.”

They started down the shore. The older girl ran back and said. “Standing like that makes that bird feel safe and protected.”

Two young women came by. They both had tattoos on their arms and legs and were very helpful, too. The younger one called the number in the sand, but it was the wrong number. While she looked up another number and left a message for the Wildlife Rescue of Venice.

I refused to leave the baby bird alone on the shore. By then, my husband saw me on the shore and came to the beach to find out what had happened. I sent him back to the car to get his cell phone and I contemplated taking the bird home with us.

Many years ago, when I lived in the woods of upstate New York I was out jogging with my dog and found a small pinkish baby animal. Its eyes weren’t even open yet and I had to feed it with an eyedropper. I kept that animal in the pocket of my DJs at night and in the pocket of my shirt during the day to keep it warm and safe. It lived for four days and then died. I was hoping this bird would stay alive to break the jinx about saving animals that plagued me. As a nurse practitioner, I’d helped many people, but my record with animals wasn’t quite so sterling.

My husband suggested we take the bird up onto the pier. He told me that many pigeons nested under the pier and probably many of the baby birds had fallen out of the nests in the storm. H3 tried to feed the bird little pieces of bread, but it didn’t look interested. “They usually get their food predigested from the mouths of their mothers. This bird looks totally lost.You could take it up on the pier. Maybe its parents will find it and feed it.”

I didn’t have a better idea. I couldn’t think of a way to predigest its food. After we met one of my husband’s fishing friends, a warm and friendly woman he introduced me to as Missy. She said, “Its parents may be down at the other end of the pier. They usually come this way later.” She promised to watch out for the baby bird while she was there.

I still wasn’t comfortable with that, but had no other ideas. I poured some of our drinking water onto the wooden pier and the baby bird took two sips.I was worried it wouldn’t get enough food or water to survive.

As we walked off the pier, my husband’s phone rang. It was Peg, a volunteer with the Venice Wildlife Rescue team. She said she was on her way and would ge at the pier in five minutes. We went back to the bait shop on the pier to wait for Peg.

She arrived as advertised, a short woman with white hair who wore a navy blue Animal Rescue jacket. She held a tiny blanket in her hands and was amazed that the bird let me pick it up.

“You found the bird on the beach?” she asked as she covered the bird with the blanket and held it against her chest.

“No,” I said, “it was rolling around in the waves.”

“You know,” she said, “you saved this bird’s life. You’re a hero.”

We walked off the pier together. “You know, the bait shop has our phone number and also a place where you can give a donation.”

As we parted to go to our own cars, she said, “We’ll keep this fledgling unless we’re sure it doesn’t have diarrhea or any injuries. Once its wings are fully developed for flying, we’ll release it into the wild. Thank you for what you did.”

Update that afternoon: Don at the center told me “Your pigeon is quite thin, but otherwise healthy. We’re hydrating and feeding it. Call back in 3-4 days for an update.”

I had another dream that night, only this time, a happy dream. I held the bird I’d rescued in my arms and felt a deep sense of love and peace. I was a hero. I’d saved a tiny creature from death.

The next morning, I looked up the Wildlife Rescue on the internet. I saw pictures of raccoons, birds and some animals I didn’t recognize. Across the top were words like contact, history and the one that struck me—volunteer.

I knew I couldn’t just drop by and see the bird I’d rescued, who in my mind I’d named Walter Pigeon, after an old-time movie star my mother liked. Their address wasn’t even listed, but the history said it was located in a secluded spot. I didn’t think they wanted people dropping buy, gawking at the animals, trying to feed them crackers and peanuts and taking pictures of them. They were to be respected and cared for in a loving way. I liked that.

The next thing I knew, I was downloading the volunteer application. I started filling it out, then got a little nervous when they asked for my address and phone number.

What if I went there and a snake bit me or a rabid raccoon swiped me with its claws? I

Calmed myself down. The animals were in cages,Yes, I might have to clean the bottom of their homes, but they’d teach me a way to do that so I’d be safe.

I also got to choose what kind of jobs I’d like to do. I didn’t have a car, so I couldn’t drive to places where animals were in danger. I wanted to take care of animals anyway, so that didn’t bother me. Sure, I wanted to see Walter Pigeon, but I wanted to see the look in the eyes of other animals I helped. That’s what was so satisfying.

Stay tuned for part 2 of Wildlife Rescue.

AN AGENT FOR YOUR DIVERSE BOOK

Here's an agent looking for writers of diverse books for children and young adults:

Clelia Gore (Martin Literary Management)

Genres: picture books, middle grade, young adult.

Notes: “I seek protagonists we don’t see enough of — minorities, mixed race, heroes with disabilities, etc.”

How to submit:

“Please send your queries to Clelia [at] MartinLiteraryManagement.com. In the subject line of your email, write ‘QUERY’ followed by the title of your work. In your e-mail, provide the text of your query letter, followed by a short sample of your writing pasted into the text of the e-mail (only illustration attachments will be opened). Kindly indicate if this is a multiple submission. Your query letter should include publisher submission history and previous publishing credits, if applicable. If you receive an offer of representation from another agent, please let us know immediately.”

PICTURE BOOKS: Query letter + full manuscript text pasted in email.

ILLUSTRATORS: Query letter + 2 to 3 illustration samples (attached in jpeg or pdf format), link to online portfolio, and text of picture book pasted in email, if applicable.

FICTION: Query letter + text of first ten pages pasted in email.

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Check her out.

Writing tip: It's always best to query agents who are already interested in the genre you're writing.

Good luck.

21at Free Dear Lucky Agent Contest, Women's Fiction

I don't write women's fiction, but I'll bet some of you do. If you want an agent to take a look at your work, sign up for this.

Agent judges and super-cool prizes. What more can you ask?

Here’s the deal. If you’re writing women’s fiction, this 21st contest is for you! (No genre romance or erotica.) The contest is live through EOD, Tuesday, Feb. 9, 2016. The contest is judged by agent Elizabeth Winick Rubenstein of McIntosh and Otis.

For more information, go to http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/guide-to-literary-agents/21st-free-dear-lucky-agent-contest-womens-fiction.

Good luck!

Writers, Don't Miss PitMatch!

Love YA Fantasy, chivalry--this book's for you!

Title: GRUDGING

Author: Michelle Hauck

Pub. Date: November 17, 2015

Publisher: Harper Voyager Impulse

Format: eBook

Find it: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Goodreads

A world of chivalry and witchcraft…and the invaders who would destroy everything.

The North has invaded, bringing a cruel religion and no mercy. The ciudades-estados who have stood in their way have been razed to nothing, and now the horde is before the gates of Colina Hermosa…demanding blood.

On a mission of desperation, a small group escapes the besieged city in search of the one thing that might stem the tide of Northerners: the witches of the southern swamps.

The Women of the Song.

But when tragedy strikes their negotiations, all that is left is a single untried knight and a witch who has never given voice to her power.  And time is running out.

A lyrical tale of honor and magic, Grudging is the opening salvo in the Book of Saints trilogy.

Excerpt:

Shortly after the combat, Ramiro made his excuses to the men at the wall and left, returning to the citadel and taking the stairs to the roof. Some alcalde’s wife from the past had turned this spot into an outdoor garden and dining room, making it a favorite retreat for many. A peaceful place when he felt anything but.

Other people’s blood spotted his white shirt. Had things gone differently, it could easily have been his own. He needed a bath and a rest, but his mind hummed from the conflict, leaving him unable to stop pacing. Cold chills claimed his limbs. His stomach was sourer than when alcohol had filled it. With no clear single-combat victory, he hadn’t earned his beard. The night reeked of disappointment.

How long? How long could they keep the Northerners out?

Stars spotted the night sky here, where the citadel met the top of the world. Or so it had always seemed to him as a child. Life was no longer so certain now that he was older.

He drew in the cool scent of creeping jasmine, carefully tended and watered by hand in pots across the rooftop. Colina Hermosa spread before him, a humbling sight. The city stretched away from the citadel on all sides, a jewel shining with lights. It spread down the hill, becoming wider and grander as it sprawled, with imposing avenues and white-clad stucco buildings whose thick walls and small windows kept out the noonday heat. There was squalor and dirt as well, fits of temper, rudeness, and often impatience. But the darkness hid all that, washing the city of its faults and giving it a fresh life until it tumbled like the sea against the immovable stone walls that now held out the Northerners.

His heart swelled with love. Something worth defending. Home.

Outside the high, white walls, well beyond arrow shot, was a sight not so welcoming. There, jammed between the city and a deep, old quarry used to build the city walls, campfires burned. A red swarm of rage and death, brimstone and smoke, offering a grim contrast with the peaceful firmament. Not by the hundreds did they burn, but by the thousands, mirroring the stars in the sky. How many peasants’ houses did they demolish to feed so much hungry fire? They must be down to burning cacti. How they kept it up night after night, he couldn’t begin to comprehend. Salvador had talked on about supply trains and quartermasters, but Ramiro had let his imagination dwell on his first ride instead. An indulgence he regretted now.

If only each fire meant a single enemy, but that was wishful thinking. Each fire contained tens of men. Tens and thousands. And behind them, the siege machines waited their turn. A lethal combination for Colina Hermosa.

He touched the spot above his spleen, and whispered, “Santiago, don’t let me give in to despair.”

About Michelle: 

 

Michelle Hauck lives in the bustling metropolis of northern Indiana with her hubby and two teenagers. Two papillons help balance out the teenage drama. Besides working with special needs children by day, she writes all sorts of fantasy, giving her imagination free range. A book worm, she passes up the darker vices in favor of chocolate and looks for any excuse to reward herself. Bio finished? Time for a sweet snack.

She is a co-host of the yearly contests Query Kombat and Nightmare on Query Street, and Sun versus Snow.

Her epic fantasy, Kindar's Cure, is published by Divertir Publishing. Her short story, Frost and Fog, is published by The Elephant's Bookshelf Press in their anthology, Summer's Double Edge. She's repped by Sarah Negovetich of Corvisiero Literary.

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For YA Authors: 19th Free Dear Lucky Agent Contest

Welcome to information about the 19th (free!) “Dear Lucky Agent” Contest on the GLA blog. This is a FREE recurring online contest with agent judges and super-cool prizes. 

According to Chuck Sambuchino, here’s the deal: "With every contest, the details are essentially the same, but the niche itself changes—meaning each contest is focused around a specific category or two. So if you’re writing any kind of young adult fiction, this 19th contest is for you! (The contest is live through EOD, Thursday, Oct. 29, 2015.)"

This contest will be judged by Agent Eric Smith, so you'll have a chance to have an agent see and review your work, and you might even win a critique!

Here's the place to go: http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/guide-to-literary-agents/19th-free-dear-lucky-agent-contest-young-adult-fiction
Be sure to scroll down to the article, then submit per the instructions.
Good luck!

How tennis teaches you patience, control, focus, how to have fun and keeps you healthy

I've been into tennis for decades...off and on. Now, I'm into it in a big way, playing 4-5 times a week, and loving it.

Yes, this is me, before I got off the hard courts, and now play only on clay.

Tennis, which contains not one normal movement, is a real challenge because most of us like to attack problems head on. Does tennis? NO. To execute every shot in tennis you have to turn your body either left or right, and that calls for focus and control. Of course, you also have to position yourself in the right spot, keep your eyes on the ball, have the right grip, right swing, and right follow through, but if you do all things, the ball will go where you want it to go with plenty of power to knock the socks off your opponent.

Okay, so tennis requires focus, patience, and control. Bigtime. It's said you have to hit a stroke thousands of times to make the mind-body imprint so the movements become a habit. It may even be millions of times. I'm not sure. I'm still working on consistency.

Tennis is also a lot of fun when you execute properly because you win the point. It gives me a sense of accomplishment and pure joy when that happens.

The most important thing tennis can do for you is keep you healthy. Sitting is the worst thing for the body. Moving it is the best. Our bodies are meant to move and tennis accomplishes that. Also, if you play on clay or grass court, you'll protect your joints while exercising. And it's a lot more fun to play a game than work out in a smelly gym...at least it is for me.

Also, we all need to get at least 15 minutes of exposure to the sun (the best source of vitamin D there is) 3-4 times a week; up to three times that if you have dark skin. Playing outdoors is a great way to get that exposure, but play before 10 a.m. and after 3 p.m.

So, if you haven't explored tennis, do so. And let me know how it goes.

Cover Reveal for GRUDGING

DO you like chivalry and witchcraft…and invaders from the North who would destroy everything and bring a cruel religion and no mercy? What about a single untried knight and a witch who has never given voice to her power? 

GRUDGING is the opening salvo in the Book of Saints trilogy. To see the cover and read more about book, which is coming next month, click on http://www.brenda-drake.com/2015/10/grudging-by-michelle-hauck-cover-reveal/

Win a Free Copy of Katlyn Duncan's paranormal novel

Do you love paranormal novels?

Katlyn Duncan is offering a copy of one of her backlisted paranormal ebooks. Just click on over to https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9a07ce2b321/
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You could win!

P.S.
Her cover for her new book is awesome.

18th Free “Dear Lucky Agent” Contest: Thriller / Mystery / Suspense

Do you write mystery, suspense, thrillers?

If you do, hop on over to the 18th Free "Dear Lucky Agent" Contest.

You could win an agent, a critique, or a delicious prize.

You only have until September 17th, so time's a-wasting!

See you there.

Free copies of 3 of THRONE OF GLASS fantasy series

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This is a bestselling series, folks, so hurry on over the rafflecopter and enter. You might be the lucky winner!

Good luck!