I Published My First Book! NANOWRIMO 2017

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November went by imperceptibly quickly and I'm still having trouble registering everything that happened. However, the most memorable thing to happen was something I'd hoped for, but never really thought of doing until this year - publishing a book! I was incredibly inspired by NANOWRIMO this year and figured that this was the best opportunity to work on a novel and actually do something with the one I'd written years ago in my post high school, mid university haze.

Instead of keeping it tucked away in my dresser, not really wanting to send it off to publishers for fear of rejection and it's shorter-than-average length, I decided to take control and publish it myself on Amazon. I took the time to edit, draw my cover, and figure out all the details before clicking publish and watching it hit Kindle stands. 

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Laughing at a Funeral

Laughing at a Funeral follows the story of Violet, a senior in high school who discovers a talent in an apathetic ability to tell people bad news. She thrives off of the satisfaction of telling the high and mighty “popular kids” that their cars have been totalled or their boyfriends are cheating on them. However, Violet’s own heartbreak has lead her to these drastic and incomprehensible measures, which she begins using as a means to make money. Friends, family, and even strangers pay her to tell others the bad news they can’t muster up the confidence to divulge themselves. 


This makes her happy, until she meets high school soccer star and class president Arlen James, her complete opposite. He is nice, friendly, likeable and involved in more lighthearted activities than she is. Having him as her lab partner changes her perspective in ways she never could have thought or is even comfortable with. Between him and her erratic friend Dio (chocolate addict and misinterpreted ‘crazy person’) Violet is being torn into the two halves of her personality. 


Does the view she has of herself—cynical beyond all repair—really reflect who she is? Is her sympathy towards Arlen a show of weakness? Or is life not so black and white after all? Violent begins to realize that high school is the worst time for a girl to uncover who she really is as a person.

There's not really much else I can say about this other than that I'm happy I took the initiative do it. It might seem like a small gesture (nothing like getting your book published by a major publishing company) but, hey, we all have to start somewhere. If Rupi Kaur thought it was good enough for her work, who is stopping you from deciding if it's good enough for yours?

I'd love to know if you're thinking of taking the next step and getting your novel published. I'd also love some feedback on my book if you're in the market for a fun young adult read this winter!

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Chapter 7 (Sneak Peek)

Today was Amy Fisher. Her cat had been run over by a car. A car that her friend had been driving, but I wasn’t supposed to bring that part up. I was just supposed to tell her that...Jinxie...was dead and gone. That big, ball of fur she loved like a child was probably still on the underside of her friend’s tire. How had I turned out like this? So shameless and vengeful towards people I didn’t even know? The better question was: Why was I thinking about it? This was, no doubt, the end result of talking to Arlen James. The goody-two-shoes that just wouldn’t let me be miserable in peace. He knew there was something wrong with me and he knew that I knew.

“She has first period math right now,” Dio said from beside me, his body leaning back against the locker next to mine with one leg propped up behind him. His gaze was focused on the raven-haired Amy who stood casually with her friends, talking and laughing. He turned to me. “You think she knows there’s something wrong? Don’t women have a sixth sense about their cats, or something?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” I mumbled with my head buried in my locker. The notes were still nowhere to be seen. “But I think you’re talking about women and their periods. Synching up and all that.”

Dio smiled and let his head fall back against the locker. “Oh, right.” A light laugh escaped his lips and I shook my head. It was strange how well I had gotten to know him. It seemed, sometimes, that our minds just worked the same way. “So, you gonna tell her now?”

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