I am from the Pacific NW and have been a writer all my life – albeit not always a good one. I am currently editing my YA mystery book and would love another CP.
I love to read anything and everything. I have always been an avid reader and love to read things that I wouldn’t normally. Bring it on!
Zelda’s sister went missing when she was in high school. A lot of girls have gone missing in St. Henderson, the quiet little beach town where she grew up. There was never any leads, no evidence and no idea where the girls could have gone. No one ever knew what happened to their daughters and sisters.
Now, the person responsible is ready to share and he’s got his sights set on Zelda.
If I knew I’d be stuck wearing the outfit I died in, I wouldn’t have worn something so tight.
I knew that I would die someday. I just didn’t think that it would happen until I was old and gray. Maybe I’d have been married or had kids. Maybe even grandchildren. But no. I died when I was eighteen years old and I’m still not sure why.
I mean I have an idea, I’ve reached the most logical conclusion as to why I died. I remember how it happened, been reliving the moment for almost three years. Nothing better to do. I was sitting on the hood of a car, watching the guy who I’d been sleeping with smoke a cigarette. He wasn’t my boyfriend. No, I left my boyfriend at our graduation party to be there with him. Because he was older and handsome. Hopefully that doesn’t make me shallow or reinforce the fact that I was eighteen. But gosh, he was hot. The air was warm and I asked him, “Where’s your costume?”
It wasn’t Halloween. But some idiot in my graduating class thought it would be a good idea for our graduation party to be a costume party. I mean, it’s a great idea in theory. Not really in practice though. I was dressed up as Catwoman, every inch of me covered in black lycra.
But the way he looked at me after I asked that question wasn’t great. Anger was lurking behind his dreamy eyes. I wasn’t sure what I had done to make him mad but I had something to tell him that night. And the look in his eyes made me doubt whether it was worth it.
Here are some best practices for reaching out to a potential CP:
- Include the link to your own CP Match profile! You can find it on your Dashboard. Don't have one yet? What are you waiting for? Anyone with a WriteOnCon.org account can make one!
- Introduce yourself a little, and say what appealed to you about their listing.
- Respect what's listed here in their profile. They took the time to fill it out, and they've included this information for a reason. Don't send a message about a book they specifically say is a Hard No, for example.
- Offer to swap a small sample of your works, so you can see if you're really compatible. First chapters are a good starting place.
- If one party no longer wants to continue the interaction, it's nobody's fault. Sometimes finding the right CP takes time.
Happy writing and CPing!