Showing posts with label middle school read. Show all posts
Showing posts with label middle school read. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Queen of Likes by Hillary Homzie (VBT, guest post, excerpt and GIVEAWAY) GFT





I am pleased to be able to share a guest post by author Hillary Homzie, who tells us...


What was the most difficult thing to overcome on your path to becoming a published author and how did you conquer it?



HHThere are two words that eluded me when it came to writing novels, and I’m happy to share them in a moment. But first, I’d like to tell you a little bit about myself. And since I write for tweens, I’m going to go back to my—you guessed it—childhood.

As a kid, I lived in my imagination and was happiest making up stories in many forms--for example, tales I told to my younger sister Leslie with handmade paper dolls or the narratives I’d act out with my best friend Claire in the woods. Story-making and telling defined my early years.

This love of story and reading was definitely helpful in the classroom, as I was considered a strong writer and reader.

But something happened along the way, probably around seventh grade.

I didn’t like anyone telling me what to do, and so I rebelled against authority.

Not in the way you might imagine. In fact, I didn’t even know I was doing it.

My mother might say, “Hillary, go clean your room.” And suddenly, it was her idea not mine. My idea was to read books. My idea was to make up more stories. I wasn’t exactly a slob, not at first. But I became one, in order to get some sense of control. I would toss my stuff anywhere. I would assert my self by not pleasing my mother who was orderly and neat. I didn’t even consciously do this, but it became my pattern.

That rebelliousness extended to homework as well. I just didn’t do it. Well, I did but at the very last minute. The later the better. I lived to see how far I could go, in terms of squeaking in under the wire.

I professionally procrastinated and received an A+ in passive aggressive behavior.

I did this throughout high school and even college. I was a B+ student who always had an excuse. Wow, look how well I’m doing when I don’t even try. Everything was sloppy and dashed off at the last minute. I never polished anything. Given the fact that writing is re-writing, I really only ever reached the first part of the writing process, the very first draft!

It might come as no surprise that I gravitated toward journalism with its tight deadlines. With hard news stories, I didn’t have time to really hone and craft my writing over days and weeks. I had a matter of hours.

So, eventually, I reached a point in my life where I yearned to write novels. Don’t get me wrong, I loved writing news stories, but I wanted to make things up and that’s a no-no in journalism. I wanted to revisit my childhood storytelling self. Eventually, I took a children’s lit/creative writing class and starting working on novels for kids. Now the key is the word start. I’d write a bunch of chapters of, let’s say, a young adult novel, and then I’d table the project. Then I’d start the beginning of something else. This went on for about five years. And in those five years, I never finished a novel. Not once! I probably started a half a dozen of them.

I never wrote: the end.

Yup, those are the two words. The biggies that eluded me. My roadblock to success.

Getting to the end terrified me because it required sitting down and establishing some sort of writing routine in order to, step-by-step, finish what I started. Part of the reason I didn’t finish anything was also because I couldn’t face my own fear. Another reason was that it was much more fun to start a new project than soldier through with an old project. And part of me was still rebelling. My old pattern of asserting myself by passively thumbing my nose at authority wasn’t working though. Procrastinating and refusing to follow through with something is not a helpful life strategy!

You see, when you get to the end, you need to go right back to the beginning. That’s when you figure out what your work-in-progress is actually about—during revision. You discover why you’re writing that story and you begin to amplify themes. You prune, you add. This is when you shuffle things around into a sort of order.

By not reaching The end, I couldn’t get to the point where the serious writing happens--in revision.

Look, it’s not like I didn’t revise. I revised the one or two or even ten chapters I had started. But unless you get to the end, you really don’t know what you have written. You can’t truly edit a book until you reach the last word of your first draft.

And now you know those oh-so-important words that hindered me. And why learning how to get to the end became the beginning of my journey as a published author.


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Queen of Likes

by Hillary Homzie

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GENRE: middle grade/tween

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BLURB:

Like everyone at Merton Middle School, Karma Cooper’s smartphone is almost another body part. She’s obsessed with her LIKES on Snappypic. When her parents shut down her social media account and take away her smartphone, Karma’s whole world crumbles. She has to figure out what she actually likes and how to live life fully unplugged. This book will jumpstart conversations about how social media is changing the ways tweens are growing up.


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EXCERPT


Where are all my likes? I refresh the page. And . . .

Nothing.

I shake my phone as if that might help.

Still nothing.

This doesn’t make sense. I used the filter that everyone else on Snappypic is really into. It makes everything seem dreamy. But with only 45 LIKES, the sun is losing its brilliance and looks lonely and unloved.

Maybe I need to turn it off and on?

I turn off my phone and restart it. I text Ella Fuentes: Did you see my photo? I add a smiling emoji.

No response.

I know Ella’s up. It’s late morning. She’s my best friend. Maybe she’s reading or drawing, but she’s definitely up.

If she wasn’t doing something else, I’m sure she’d like my photo. I try a couple of other girls I know. Nothing. It’s late Saturday morning and all my followers have to be up by now.

As of 11:07 a.m. today, I have 12,032 followers on Snappypic. My followers are pretty much all the kids at Merton Middle School and a bunch of other middle schools around Portland. But I have two middle schools in Mission Viejo. That’s all the way down in Southern California. I didn’t know where it was until I checked it out in Google Maps. Usually between four hundred and nine hundred followers give me a thumbs-up on anything I post. So yeah, I get more LIKES than anyone I know at school.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself that this is happening to me.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Hillary is the author of the tween novel, The Hot List (Simon & Schuster/M!X) which Booklist says “captures the angst of young teen friendships and fragile identities.” She’s also the author of the middle grade novel, Things are Gonna Get Ugly (Simon & Schuster/M!X), a Justice Book-of-the-Month, which was just optioned by Priority Pictures, and the forthcoming Queen of Likes (Simon & Schuster/Aladdin M!X, April 2016), which is about social media, as well as the humorous chapter book series, Alien Clones From Outer Space (Simon & Schuster/Aladdin), a Children's Book-of-the-Month Best Books for Children. Emmy-nominated Suppertime Entertainment developed the books to become an animated television series and it was sold to ABC Australia.

Hillary’s young adult fiction has been published in TEEN MAGAZINE and anthologized (MUDDVILLE DIARIES, Avon Books). She has sold non-fiction and fiction projects to Klutz Press/Scholastic Books, The Learning Company and John Muir Books. With her frequent writing partner, Steven Arvanites, she has had film projects developed by Brooklyn Weaver’s Energy Entertainment.

Hillary got her start performing and writing sketch comedy Off-Broadway, and was a Heideman Playwrighting Award Finalist. Hillary holds a master's degree in education from Temple University and a master’s of arts degree from Hollins University in children's literature and writing. Currently, she’s a visiting professor of children’s literature and writing at Hollins University.

Visit her on the web and follow her on Twitter @HillaryHomzie and visit her on Facebook


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Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park (spotlight, excerpt, review and GIVEAWAY)

                                       
 


The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park, by Teko Bernard, is written to delight and challenge middle schoolers, ages 8 - 13.

Blurb:  All Bernard Jones wanted to do while staying with his grandparents for the summer in Elmdale, his father’s childhood hometown, was work on his basketball skills. When Bernard excitedly enters a team into the Annual Elmdale Park Basketball Tournament, he’s shocked to discover that the future of the park is at stake. The town of Elmdale hasn’t won the tournament in 20 years, and Victor Franco, a ruthless millionaire, is planning to shut down the annual tournament for good so that he can turn the historic Elmdale Park into a landfill for his own profit. It can all be stopped if Bernard and his team, the Elmdale Warriors, win the tournament this year. Can the courageous Bernard and his fun and wacky crew defeat their Oakdale rivals and save the historic Park?



Excerpt:


      Bernard and Layla were sitting on a bench in front of the library and animatedly discussing their favorite movies when Layla suddenly groaned. “Oh, great…”
      “What’s wrong?” Bernard asked, surprised by this sudden change in her demeanor.
     “You’ll see.” Layla sighed and rolled her eyes.
     Three guys their age swaggered up to them. They wore Oakdale High sports jackets, caps, and all the current basketball sportswear ranging from the most expensive shoes to T-shirts and sweatpants.
      “There’s my baby! What’s up, Layla! You been waiting for me?”  The lanky guy who asked the question stood about six feet five inches with attitude to match. The vain expression on his face clearly indicated he viewed himself as a ladies’ man.
     Layla blatantly ignored him and refocused her attention on Bernard. “So what were we talking about?”
     “Yeah, what were we talking about?” the tall one interrupted as he obnoxiously plopped down in the tiny space between Layla and Bernard.
     “That’s right, Big Al, you’re the man!” hooted one of his buddies.
      “No, he’s rude,” Layla retorted. “No one asked you to sit down!”
     “Uh-uh, you got it wrong, babe…The dude next to me is no one. Hey, No One, thanks for watching my honey for me.”
     Big Al turned his back on Bernard and slipped an arm around Layla.
     Layla shoved his arm away. “I’m not your honey and his name is Bernard.”
     “Oh, forgive me,” Big Al replied sarcastically. “Does Burr-nard work with you? I swear I hear some library books calling for him. Wait…Listen…”
     Big Al cupped his hand over his ear. “Hey, dork—I mean, Burr-nard—we need you to come to the library pronto…so Al and Layla can have some private time together.”
     His buddies cracked up as Big Al reattempted to slide his arm around Layla. Once again she slapped it away.
     “No, we don’t work together. Bernard is my friend.”
Big Al still refused to look at him. “OK, Burr-nard. Maybe you’ve heard of me, and if you haven’t, you should have. I’m Allen Banks. That’s my boy Stephen ‘Smiley’ Drake.”
     Smiley grinned, except his smile looked more like a snarl. And his crooked teeth made him look like a reject from a Dracula movie.
     “The big dude is my homey Matthew McQuire. We call him ‘Biscuit.’”
     Bernard didn’t say a word and clenched his jaw and stared at the ground.
     “You know why we call him Biscuit? It’s because you can see by that three-hundred-pound model’s figure he loves to eat. He’s that way on the basketball court too. If you don’t feed him the ball…man…he gets downright maaaaad! And like the Hulk, you don’t want to be near him when he gets angry!”
      “Yeah. And you know what, dawg? I’m kinda hungry right now. What you got in that bag, short stuff?”
     It was more of a demand than a question. Biscuit lumbered menacingly toward Bernard’s backpack.
     “Don’t touch my bag!”
     Something in the ominous timbre of Bernard’s voice coupled with the granite stare made Biscuit stop dead in his tracks and actually step back. Big Al turned and acknowledged Bernard for the first time. Even Layla was stunned but seemed to marvel at the resolute tone in Bernard’s voice.
      Big Al raised his hands in mock surrender. “My bad, Burr-nard. We didn’t mean to mess with your bag. I had no idea you were such a sensitive fella.”
     Biscuit pointed at the backpack. “Hey, Big Al, I think I see a basketball poking out of dude’s bag.”

     “Whaaaaat? Are you serious?” Big Al adjusted his cap and jumped up from the bench. “Yep, I see a basketball too. Well now, fellas…this discussion has taken on a whole new life.”
      Layla pleaded, “Leave him alone, Al, and just go. He’s not bothering you guys.”
     “Oh no, Layla. This is getting good.”
     Big Al paced back and forth like a prosecuting attorney. “So what do you know about basketball, Mr. Burr-nard?”

     “Enough to hurt your feelings,” Bernard responded icily, his eyes locked on Al’s.
     Big Al tried to laugh it off.
     “My, my…Look at ol’ Burr-nard jumping bad. You know, I ain’t ever seen you around here. Where you from, Burr-nard?”
     Bernard let the question dangle in the air for a few seconds.       “Right now I’m living in Elmdale.”
     “Elmdale?” Smiley snorted. “That explains the funky smell in the air. I thought a sewer backed up.”
     “It’s the same way you’ll be backing up if you ever get the nerve to face me one-on-one on a basketball court.”
     Smiley’s snaggle-toothed grin disappeared as he balled his fist and made a move toward Bernard. “Hey, chump, we can go at it right now…”
     Big Al held him back. “Uh-uh, Smiley. I like trash talk. Tell you what, Burr-nard, we’ll be defending our championship basketball title at the Elmdale Summer Jam soon. Since Elmdale ain’t had a team in years, I’d like to invite you to play some horse with us during our warm-ups before the game. And, if you’re real nice and bring your ball, we’ll generously autograph it for you after our game.”
     They howled so loud with laughter that they almost didn’t hear Bernard fire back. “You may not be in the mood once we beat you.”
Big Al wiped away the tears of laughter as his eyes narrowed.   “What did you just say? Are you telling us Elmdale is going to be in the tournament and led by miniyou?”
      Bernard stared blankly at him.
     Big Al clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “Man, I can’t wait! We’ll be looking for you and the Elm-duds. What’s your last name, Burr-nard?”
     “Jones.”
     “Jones? You’re not related to Maurice Jones, are you?” Biscuit inquired, still holding his belly and snickering.
     “He’s my cousin.”
     Biscuit’s eyes deadened and he stopped laughing. “Do me a favor. Tell Mo I said hello.”
     Big Al patted Biscuit on the back. “Come on, y’all. Let’s take this party elsewhere.” He doffed his cap and blew Layla a kiss. “See you, girl of my dreams.”
     They strutted down the street, cackles of laughter trailing behind them.
     “What idiots! I’m really sorry, Bernard.”
     “No biggie.”

Layla affectionately rubbed his shoulder. Ordinarily Bernard would have melted at her touch, but the only thing on his mind right now was doing battle with Oakdale. 

The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park is available on Amazon:
The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park  (Amazon link)

This was such an enjoyable read! I love the nice, upbeat story, the realistic characters, and the fantastic humor. Bernard is such a relatable character, and he’s a great true-to-life role model. Readers are sure to appreciate the basketball lingo, his love of the game, and his determination to fight the good fight. - KIRKUS Reviews



About Teko Bernard:

For over a decade Teko Bernard worked as a creative director and graphic designer in the sportswear and sports events industries where he developed brand identities, marketing communications and apparel graphics for nationally recognized brands and events like ESPN, X Games, NCAA and the BCS. After an exciting career in the sportswear and sports event market, Teko set out to pursue his lifelong dream of creating the original kid’s entertainment brand and cartoon property that is Elmdale Park. Elmdale Park currently produces a unique brand of middle grade chapter books & activewear. The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park is the debut book from the brand. Teko lives and operates the company from Overland Park, KS, and collaborates with a team of seasoned writers, illustrators, editors and designers who all share the same passion for kids books, cartoons, sports and outdoor recreation. When he’s not designing or developing new story concepts for Elmdale Park, Teko is usually reading, listening to music, enjoying the outdoors or being an amateur movie critic.


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My review:

The Hoop Kid from Elmdale Park
by Teko Bernard and Wayne L. Wilson and illustrated by Gabriel Diaz

4 out of 5 stars

This delightful children's book is an uplifting tale of a dedicated young man named Bernard Jones with a love for basketball and his very unique basketball, G5000.  His skills come in handy when he visits his father's hometown and has to find a way to combat the ruthless man who wants to destroy the community park and convert it into a profitable landfill.  A pivotal tournament will pit Bernard and the friends he manages to recruit against the Oakdale champions who are used to ruling the court.  The question is whether the winner will be determined by skill or guile.

A fun fast-paced read that provides a great cast of characters who each have a different quirk and skill-set.  This was a nice combination of fantasy and reality and I loved the characterization of Bernard's coach.  The actions of one of Bernard's biggest rivals was a little surprising but the excitement of a hard-fought basketball game and the importance of strategy and determination is delightfully conveyed.  Hopefully there will be more of these entertaining stories.


GIVEAWAY

One lucky winner will win an e-book version of this fun read.  Please leave a comment on what you enjoyed the most about your middle school experience along with a valid e-mail address.  Winner will be chosen after Dec. 7, 2013 using Random.org