tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43188989282664734482024-03-13T15:14:29.597-07:00Rose CooperThe blog of a middle grade author and illustrator. The road to publication with stops along with way which include rejection, acceptance, tears of happiness and frustration, and what it means to never give up the dream.Rose Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848631652522951216noreply@blogger.comBlogger190125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318898928266473448.post-56839825046523277612017-11-03T06:00:00.000-07:002017-11-03T06:00:14.800-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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Cindy might appear to be your average twelve year old, but
since her mother’s death she has a secret. Every night she faces a horrible,
terrible curse; one that turns her into a skeleton. Yup, a boney, white
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As if that wasn’t bad enough, Cindy’s own father is scared
of her. Plus she has an evil stepmother who makes her do crazy chores, some of
them with a toothbrush. And then there’s the wild dog with intentions of making
Cindy into his midnight snack. As if all that wasn’t bad enough, the Spring
Fling dance is fast approaching and Ethan, the cutest boy in sixth grade,
doesn’t seem to know she exists. Cindy doesn’t think letting Ethan know she’s a
cursed skeleton-girl is the best way to introduce herself. Determined to break
the curse, Cindy travels to the Underworld where things aren’t quite what they
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With a jar of pickled pig’s feet, a wacky fortuneteller, and
an cranky skeleton mouse, Cindy is afraid this curse has really gotten under
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And now, for the stunning cover...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Coming February 2018! I'm sure this book will be a huge hit! Good luck and congratulations, Amie, Bethanie, and Roch! </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Amie Borst loves
glitter, unicorns, and chocolate. But not at the same time. That would be
weird. She’s a PAL member of the SCBWI as well as a founding and contributing
member of The Mixed-Up Files…of Middle-Grade Authors, a group blog dedicated to
middle-grade books. Amie lives in Virginia with her three beautiful daughters,
her handsome husband, and two cute dogs named Lily and Maggie. She wishes she
could travel the world in a hot pink elevator but for now, her minivan will
have to do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bethanie Borst is
17 and the author of three books. When she was only 10 years old, she wrote her
first book, Cinderskella. She enjoys reading, writing, and STEM. Bethanie is
fluent in both sarcasm and humor and is prepared for the zombie apocalypse
and/or spontaneous combustion of the world. Because, let’s face it, both of
those things are totally realistic. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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on her website </span><a href="http://www.amieborst.com/"><span style="line-height: 200%;">www.amieborst.com</span></a><span style="line-height: 200%;">,
her blog </span><a href="http://www.amieborst.blogspot.com/"><span style="line-height: 200%;">www.amieborst.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="line-height: 200%;">
and Facebook </span><span style="line-height: 200%;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/AmieBorstAuthor">www.facebook.com/AmieBorstAuthor</a></span></span></div>
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on her joint pages: Facebook </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/amieandbethanieborst"><span style="line-height: 200%;">www.facebook.com/amieandbethanieborst</span></a><span style="line-height: 200%;">
and her website </span><a href="http://www.amieandbethanieborst.com/"><span style="line-height: 200%;">www.amieandbethanieborst.com</span></a></span></div>
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makeup into one huge exaggerated mess. Now, when someone comes by to see what
the commotion is about, drop your hands away from your face and let the mess do
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The watering from your eye mixed with the mascara, eyeliner, and possibly
eyeshadow will have meshed together very nicely at this point. It will most
likely look as if you were given a black eye. You may be given extra sympathy
at this point. Take what you can get. You want to delay the actual "what
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handling paper products at or above eye level. True story!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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I will do another Amazon Giveaway for the 2nd book in the series on Monday, September 19th. Good luck!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Amie Borst loves glitter, unicorns, and chocolate. But not at the same time. That would be weird. She’s a PAL member of the SCBWI as well as a founding and contributing member of The Mixed-Up Files…of Middle-Grade Authors, a group blog dedicated to middle-grade books. Amie lives in Virginia with her three beautiful daughters, her handsome husband, and two cute dogs named Lily and Maggie. She wishes she could travel the country in a hot pink elevator but for now, her minivan will have to do.</span></div>
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It was a summer day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. I was bike riding, the wind blowing in my hair. It was a perfect day.<br />
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I rode over the bridge and continued onto the bike trail. I started to feel a little courageous.<br />
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And because my fun wasn't meant to last, up ahead the bike trail split off into two different directions.</div>
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Which meant I had two choices. </div>
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But decisions never come easy for me. And I tend to overthink.<br />
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Such as, if I go one way.... maybe it will take me in a different direction. And what if its the long way and then I'm too tired to ride back and then it gets dark and I'm stuck out here?</div>
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But if I choose the other way, maybe I'll come across a snake. Because there are snakes out here. And what if it's a rattlesnake and I don't realize until I'm practically running over it and it strikes...<br />
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But maybe the trail gets really narrow the other way and someone is riding from the opposite direction and neither of us can decide who should stop and who should go so we collide and fall off the cliff.</div>
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But the other way might have a narrow trail too. Who decided to split this trail. And WHY??</div>
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So which way is the right way to go?</div>
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Which way is the better way?</div>
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No! I can't decide like that! I must make an informed decision. I must...</div>
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As my brain is arguing over how to make this difficult yet important decision, I began swerving all over the bike trail as I keep changing my mind.<br />
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And that's when I ran into those two wooden posts next to the CLIFF sign, which was smack dab in the middle of those choices.<br />
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My bike spun circles. It skidded across the trail (while I was still attached to my bike), and came to a stop in the opposite direction of the cliff, which landed me in a ditch. <br />
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My clothes were torn. My legs and arms were bruised and scratched. And behind me I hear laughter. The laughter of my dear husband who comes to a halt beside me and says, "Did you mean to do that?"<br />
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Why yes, I did. And tomorrow I'll be performing same time, same place.<br />
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Did I learn to become more decisive from this incident? Nope. The fact that I had to make a decision for not just me, but another person, only added too much stress. <br />
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So what did I learn? That I shouldn't ride a bike again. Ever. <br />
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Rose Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848631652522951216noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318898928266473448.post-1069256013642626552015-06-17T05:00:00.000-07:002015-06-17T05:00:01.195-07:00How I Almost Accidentally Stole a CarI love looking back on old posts and tweets. Since I can barely remember yesterday, it's like getting a whole box full of new memories. I found an old tweet that reminded me of a real life "duh" moment. <br />
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I've actually had a ton of these embarrassing moments in my life and I've learned it's easier to accept this than fight it.<br />
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It's just who I am. <br />
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So in celebration of my self-acceptance, I share this moment of embarrassment with you. With drawings. Since visuals help to paint the picture. Plus, I can make myself look thinner. Score!<br />
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FYI...this is just a reenactment of an actual, totally true incident that was experienced.<br />
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It's nighttime. It's dark out.. The sun is gone. There is one moon and approximately two stars in the sky. Which is black, btw. Because it's night.<br />
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I leave a store (insert name of store here because I don't remember), and I'm guessing I probably had a lot off serious thoughts running through my mind. Kind of like when you're on auto-pilot while driving and you suddenly wonder how you ended up at home. I was parked in the very front, facing the store windows. So with my serious mind, I casually yet elegantly walk the few feet to my car, a black Prius.<br />
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Open driver side door. Can't believe I left the door unlocked. <br />
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Proceed to climb into the drivers seat. Wonder why I suddenly shrunk.<br />
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That was about the point where the little light bulb went off for me When I looked around and actually paid attention to where I was and what I was doing. <br />
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Where: In someone else's car.<br />
What: attempting to steal someone else's car...?<br />
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And not just someone else's car, but a black 4-runner. So yeah, you can see the resemblance here and how this mix-up could've easily happened to anyone.<br />
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Of course the moment this realization hit, I did what I always do under pressure---I panicked! I didn't jump out, but instead threw myself out of the vehicle while maintaining my gracefulness.<br />
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Although I can say I usually only go so far as trying to pick the lock on cars that look exactly like mine now, before I realize what I'm doing. See, it's an improvement!<br />
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There was one other factor to this story that I didn't mention--I wasn't alone. My brother was with me. And he actually got into the passenger seat before we both looked at each other and had that "ah-ha!" moment (after the start button disappeared). So, does that take the embarrassment level down a notch? <br />
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Since I would love to share all this happiness with you, I'm doing a giveaway! Win a signed copy of I TEXT DEAD PEOPLE along with an awesome swag pack. You can enter several times--the more entries the better chance you have--and its super easy to do. No need to track all your points--that will all be done for you! <br />
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And if you didn't already know, this book is extra special because it was inspired by actual experiences when I was a teen. So I was dying to write this--pun intended! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll have copies of my upcoming new book, <a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2015/05/i-text-dead-people-countdown.html" target="_blank">I TEXT DEAD PEOPLE</a> available (days before the actual release).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, if you're in the area, be sure to stop by! If not, I will post shortly after the event--with lots of pics!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Read about my experience at 2010 Open Studios!</span><br />
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Pssst....guess what? The countdown has officially begun for the release of<strong> I Text Dead People!</strong> I thought this day would never get here!<br />
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I TEXT DEAD PEOPLE is still available for <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Text-Dead-People-Serious/dp/0385743912" target="_blank">pre-order</a>...and for those of you who already have-THANK YOU! </div>
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Early this morning...so early I had that squinty face going on where everything is not quite yet in focus yet...I had a long, difficult battle with a gigantic, menacing spider (gulp).<br />
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I am so excited to be a part of the Little Dead Riding Hood blog tour! Mother-Daughter writing team, Amie & Bethanie Borst have written another amazing book in their Scarily Ever Laughter series. </div>
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Amie: Scarlet is a FANGtastic main character. She's funny, a little awkward, hot tempered, and a little self-deprecating. Oh, and she's a vampire.</div>
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Amie: Fears? Since when do vampires have fears? Only when you're talking about werewolves, and the dark, and being alone in the woods.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Bethanie Borst is a spunky 14 year old who loves archery, long bike ride<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">s</span> </span>and studying edible plant-life. She was only 9 when she came up with the idea for Cinderskella! </span><br />
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Rose Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848631652522951216noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318898928266473448.post-47111102099087981232014-10-28T10:11:00.001-07:002014-10-28T10:11:56.496-07:00I TEXT DEAD PEOPLE COVER REVEALSuper excited to finally show off my new book cover for I Text Dead People! <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is the first book in the new Dead Serious series by Random House.</span><br />
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About ten years ago it was a dark YA titled, Confessions of a Morticians Daughter. After putting that back on the shelf for a few years, it was a lighter version but still YA, called Deadies Don't Gossip. But then my Blogtastic Novel series took over and after finding my true voice in MG, I Text Dead People was born. And yes, I do realize now how inappropriate the second title was because Deadies <i>do</i> gossip.<b> A</b>nd they love every minute of it! </div>
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Rose Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848631652522951216noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318898928266473448.post-71067160830020536232014-08-25T06:52:00.002-07:002014-08-25T06:55:41.011-07:00Lazy DaisyI just got a puppy...my first puppy ever (I've always been more of a cat person) and adopted Daisy from the SPCA. She's nine months old, and already a handful. <div><br></div><div>For instance, I took her on a walk....</div><div><br></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U-x1eA8TYUk/U_qNGrWC9PI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/unwlDnmvPXk/s640/blogger-image-892954602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-U-x1eA8TYUk/U_qNGrWC9PI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/unwlDnmvPXk/s640/blogger-image-892954602.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Whoa! Calm down girl. So I finally got her to walk again, but then she was like....</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TuSBkmTfqPs/U_qNINDCtUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OiOAYfZNIj4/s640/blogger-image--218407772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TuSBkmTfqPs/U_qNINDCtUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/OiOAYfZNIj4/s640/blogger-image--218407772.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Don't over do it, Daisy. So in a firm voice I told her "C'mon shmoopy" and urged her on her back up and walking.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">By this point we had been out for 20 min and had walked a total of half a block. I know what you're thinking...slow down, don't over do it!</font></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">No problem. Because in that next instance Daisy spotted a squirrel, got so excited and was all...</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LUt2NI2IoGQ/U_qNDr5oJ7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/mj9Bt1WqFtw/s640/blogger-image-2003811416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LUt2NI2IoGQ/U_qNDr5oJ7I/AAAAAAAAA5A/mj9Bt1WqFtw/s640/blogger-image-2003811416.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">BAM! Excitement sucked the energy right out of her little body. So much, that I could not get her to stand up and walk. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So what's a girl to do? This walk was apparently over so I scooped Daisy up and carried her home. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">As soon as we got home, she did this incredible act of excitement...</span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KWCcQw779Rk/U_qNFeUpeDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/PiPh5wbhWqg/s640/blogger-image--239894960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KWCcQw779Rk/U_qNFeUpeDI/AAAAAAAAA5I/PiPh5wbhWqg/s640/blogger-image--239894960.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">She had a hard day...can you blame her?</span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>Rose Cooperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848631652522951216noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4318898928266473448.post-91093560039437290572014-08-01T15:51:00.001-07:002014-08-07T12:21:42.324-07:00Building Your Author PlatformOn August 2nd I will be speaking at the Placerville Library in Placerville, CA. 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As the story goes, when Zylock was born, his parents were forced to protect him and catapulted him <br />
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into the skies, away from the danger. Others say they threw him on a rocket and launched him into space. Nobody can be certain which is true. His parents were unavailable for an interview.<br />
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Regardless of how it happened, Zylock crash landed on a nearby planet. A planet that was also a nuclear site. If you were to view this planet from earth, it would look like the moon. It was round with craters and gave off almost as much light as the moon. Other might say it looked like a cookie. <br />
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Because of the nuclear waste, Zylock didn't look like earth kids. Even some of the other nuclear kids looked different from him. Some had two heads. Some had four arms. Some had none.<br />
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Zylock spent his nights nestled tightly inside cocoons, hanging from the family of trees high above the ground. In his cozy cocoon, he was warm. And safe. Safe from the roaming bionic werewolves that hunted nearby. <br />
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In the distance, Zylock could hear the hungry cries. He knew what they searched for. What they hunted. He looked down at the box held tightly in his grasp. <br />
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A box. Not a mystery box, but an exclamation point box that looked very much like a treasure chest. And inside that box, besides rotten slices of pizza which were a delicacy to the bionic wolves, there was something else. A bigger secret. So secret, in fact, that not even Zylock knew what it was.<br />
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Whatever it was, the smell attracted hundreds upon hundreds of fish from all over the cookie-looking planet. Fish that were vicious (and bit his big toe) and could live for several days washed up on the land without a drop of water. It became such a problem that Zylock could barely walk without stepping in a puddle of fish.<br />
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This lack of information made the journey for Zylock extremely challenging, he even lost the box along the way. But finally, he found the secret factory and went on to make Canadian toasters and become a secret millionaire. <br />
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To this day, it is still lost and if you look hard enough into the sky late at night and see a slightly orange glowing object that may or may not be moving, it could quite possibly be Zylock's missing box.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Character and story collaboration by the creative minds of<br />
Enterprise Middle School's 3rd Period art class. Read about the activity <a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/enterprise-middle-school-art-and.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #ee0d9e;">HERE</span></a>!</td></tr>
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Chanel, a foreign exchange student from Norway, danced under the dizzying disco ball that hung and spun from the skinny branch of the twisted tree. Chanel was exhausted, her arms ached and her legs burned. She wished more than anything she could this dancing. <br />
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Chanel sighed, remembering how awesome that night was suppose to be. After all, she had been planning a party. Not just any party, but THE party everyone would be talking about. It was her birthday and she had been determined to have the best of everything. The best cake, best decorations, and definitely the best music. <br />
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The family Chanel lived with seemed to have everything. Big house, fancy cars, and all the best things money could buy. So while the family was out, Chanel did a little snooping to look for items she could use for her party. <br />
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Chanel had tip toed up the winding staircase, searching the first floor of the house. Nothing.<br />
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When at last she reached the third floor, she opened the creaky door to the attic and that's when she saw it--the most fabulous party decoration. And she had to have it.<br />
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Chanel carefully lifted the disco ball, running her fingers over the smooth, reflective glass. Nobody would care, or even notice, it she took this one little thing. And it wasn't exactly stealing. She just planned to borrow it and give it back after the party.<br />
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Little did Chanel know, someone was watching her every move. The family she stayed with had a daughter, Shanee, exactly her age. But that was where any similarities between the two ended. Shanee was unhappy all the time. And very, very angry. She had a secret that she held onto, a secret that included Chanel.<br />
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Chanel's leg started cramping from the dancing. She wished she could go back to that night and choose differently. She would choose to not take the disco ball. Or have the party. Because the night of the party, although Shanee wasn't invited, she still showed up. That was when she told Chanel exactly who she was.<br />
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"We're Twitches!" Shanee had yelled at her. <br />
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Chanel raised an eyebrow. "We're...what?"<br />
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"Twin witches!" Shanee stomped her feet like a kid throwing a tantrum. "We were separated at birth, but we are definitely twins."<br />
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Chanel laughed in her face. "There is no such thing as witches!"<br />
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"Well if I'm not at witch, then I shouldn't be able to curse you," Shanee threatened, as she muttered words under her breath and pointed at the disco ball. And in the blink of an eye, Chanel began dancing. <br />
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And she couldn't stop. Her evil twin sister made certain of that. And because Chanel was definitely not a witch, there was no way to break the curse. So everywhere Chanel went, she took the disco ball. She made it look like she was trying to dance wherever she went, and not because she didn't have a choice. <br />
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Chanel's leg cramped up even more, as she lost her balance and slammed against the tree. The branches moved with the force and Chanel's legs and arms kept twitching in rhythmic motion.<br />
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The disco ball swung side to side on the edge of the branch. It dangled at the very tip, ready to fall at any moment. Coming up with an idea, Chanel threw her body up against the tree again. It was enough to knock the disco ball off the branch and fall to the ground, shattering into a million tiny pieces. <br />
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And as simple as that, Chanel stopped dancing. She collapsed from exhaustion and watched with wide eyes as smoke poured from the shattered pieces of the ball. Except...it wasn't smoke. It was Shanee's happiness. It had been taken away from her and locked up inside the ball. Releasing her happiness meant destroying anything evil...including the curse. <br />
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Maybe now Chanel could get to know her real sister. As long as she never had to dance or see another disco ball for the rest of her life. Could you really blame her though?<br />
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<strong>Other characters & stories by Enterprise Middle School:</strong><a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/enterprise-middle-school-2nd-period.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #ee0d9e;"><strong>2nd Period: Bubbles</strong></span></a><br />
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Marlon Barry Jr. (yes, there's another one just like him out there!) just had his 25th birthday and couldn't believe how old he had become. He looked back on his life, remembering how much he loved playing soccer as a kid. Why hadn't he stuck with it? Maybe if he had, he would've become a great soccer star!<br />
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That's when the greatest idea struck Marlon Barry Jr.! He would go back in time! His father, somewhat of a crazy inventor, created a time machine that surely could bring Marlon back to his childhood years. But...which exact day and year should he choose?<br />
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Marlon thought. And thought. And thought.<br />
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"Ah ha!" he exclaimed. He knew exactly when to go. <br />
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He was five years old when he first began playing soccer. That would be the perfect age to begin training! As for the exact day, he would choose the week after his 5th birthday--when he ate 100 ice cream cones. He would be crazy not to relive that day! Well, minus the stomachache. But that was beside the point.<br />
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With a thundering boom and a flash of light, Marlon Barry Jr. transported back in time to his five-year-old self. Except...there was one teeny, tiny, little problem. Marlon was--gulp!--stuck in his 25-year-old body!<br />
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He may have looked old on the outside, but on the inside, he was that same cute, energetic kid that he remembered so well. He would just have to settle for being a little big for his age, which surely would give him an advantage to his soccer career. <br />
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As time went on, Marlon Barry Jr. became the best player on his team. He could easily outrun, outplay, and out maneuver all those smaller kids. However, he did run into some problems. He never grew bigger as he aged, but his hair continued to grow. Unfortunately, this got him into some pretty hairy situations. Anything and everything seemed to get stuck in his massive curls. Especially on windy days. <br />
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As a prank, another kid on the soccer team who was jealous of Marlon and his mad skills, smothered the soccer ball in super glue. As Marlon gave his best pose for the soccer team photos, his foot stuck to the ball. No matter how hard he tried, Marlon could not remove the ball. The idea of simply removing his shoes never occurred to him. <br />
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However, this never stopped him from achieving his dreams and he became a soccer champ, playing in Barcelona, alongside his pet Hot Dog. And if you look closely, you could tell what Marlon has been up to by examining his hair. For instance, you can see just the tip top of the horn belonging to a unicorn that has been deeply embedded in his curls for quite some time. Also? he might have a pet spider in there somewhere...that tarantula has been missing for awhile!<br />
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<strong>Other characters & stories by Enterprise Middle School:</strong><br />
<a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/enterprise-middle-school-2nd-period.html" target="_blank"><strong>2nd Period: Bubbles</strong></a><br />
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Bubbles had goals in life. Actually, one goal to be exact. And that was to become the world's greatest clown. As a kid, he was always the class clown. Making people laugh was his speciality, whether they were laughing with him or at him. He knew he had to take advantage of this talent and of course, becoming a clown was the way to do just that.<br />
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Although he was born with the name Zitch, which was almost as funny as he was, he still went on to change his name to Bubbles once he entered his dream school...Clown University. But quickly, things went from good to terrible.<br />
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Bubbles attended too many clown parties and stayed up all hours of the night, too exhausted to ever study for his classes. His chuckles became too weak, his grades became laughable (the bad kind), and his attempts at being funny were epic failures. And then he flunked the Clown Exam and was booted from school. <br />
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Although Bubbles had failed, he still was determined to make it as the worlds greatest clown. He went to many, many, many job interviews, hoping that someone---anyone--would see he was destined for a laughable future and give him the chance.<br />
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With his head hung low, his shoulders hunched, and his big red shoes shuffling awkwardly down the street, he made his way to one last interview. His stomach fluttered with nervous butterflies and growled as it demanded food. Bubbles made a stop at Walmart to grab a quick snack. <br />
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He couldn't be late for the interview, so Bubbles hastily sped down the isles, nearly tripping over his clunky shoes, and grabbed the first item he saw---a block of cheese.<br />
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He left the store, tearing off the wrapper and shoved the block of cheese in his mouth, not paying any attention to how the cheese actually tasted, or that the wrapper had said "soap."<br />
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For his interview, he had to shoot out of a human cannon. "No problem," said Bubbles as he waved his hand dismissively. "I've got this."<br />
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Bubbles blasted from the cannon and shot out faster, higher, and funnier than any clown in the history of...well, clowns. Bubbles knew he did it. This would make his career. This would--<br />
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Bubbles smacked right into the window of a hovering helicopter. The force caused the window to crack and bubbles to float right out of his ears. As if in slow motion, Bubbles slowly slid down the length of the window, falling straight down into a manhole and was washed out to sea.<br />
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To this day, there have been sightings of Bubbles who washed up on shore of a nearby island except, he wasn't exactly the same. Instead of the bright, red, bulbous nose, he wore an eye patch over his left eye and a hook on his right hand. <br />
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Yep, you guessed it. He was the worlds greatest pirate. And, he had developed quite a craving for cheese. Or was it soap?<br />
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<strong>Other characters & stories by Enterprise Middle School:</strong><br />
<strong><a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/ems-3rd-period-marlon-barry-jr.html" target="_blank">3rd Period: Marlon Barry Jr.</a></strong><br />
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The activity went something like this:<br />
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Together with the class, we created a single character. The class told me what to draw starting with the eyes (shape, size, etc.), following with the head, nose, mouth all the way to the expression and body language. Many times I chose students to come up and draw their ideas on the poster board. Once finished, the class named the character, then created a story using all the basic elements of who, what, when, where, why and how. I wrote down everything they told me and today you will get to see that character and read that character's story. <br />
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The students at Enterprise were VERY creative, interactive, and SO much fun! Comments are definitely encouraged as I'm sure the students would love to read them! Many of these participating students are hoping to be writers, illustrators, or even animators some day. <br />
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I also took photos of additional pictures drawn by students who wanted to share, so I'll be posting those as well. <br />
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<a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/enterprise-middle-school-2nd-period.html" target="_blank">2nd Period: Bubbles</a><br />
<a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/ems-3rd-period-marlon-barry-jr.html" target="_blank">3rd Period: Marlon Barry Jr.</a><br />
<a href="http://rosecooperwriter.blogspot.com/2014/03/ems-4th-period-chanel-from-norway.html" target="_blank">4th Period: Chanel From Norway</a><br />
5th Period: Zylock and Bionic Werewolves (Thursday)<br />
6th Period:00 Penguin and the City of Whatchamacallit (Friday)<br />
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On March 11th I'm getting on an airplane for the first time (ever!) unless you count that one time I went skydiving then it's really just the first time I'm landing in an airplane (ever!) and heading to Pasco, WA for <a href="http://www.cavalcadeofauthors.org/authors/" target="_blank">Cavalcade of Authors</a>. I'm really very honored to have been asked to participate in this annual event of awesomeness.<br />
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While there I will be doing school visits, book signings, and giving a workshop... along with other authorly (yes, I declare this a word!) things as well. Everything will be done in the span of 4 days so I will be busy, busy, busy. But I love busy. And I'll enjoy every minute of it. <br />
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Today I will be on <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2014/01/27/art-of-the-red-river" target="_blank">Red River Radio</a>, discussing my art, books, and even the subject of trademarks. Those of you that have kept up with my blog or Facebook probably remember when I was doodling and crafting some of my images and right when it seemed to start taking off...they disappeared. Completely unrelated to my books, a situation randomly presented itself and...I learned a lot from the experience. Such things as how people will come after you for any reason when you have stuff out there online and what I could've done to protect myself and if it was really worth it. And sometimes, staying silent isn't always the best choice. <br />
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For anyone who's a history buff, it was in the mid-1800's when a group of Mormons and other miners came to this area for the gold rush. It became a small city and, at its peak, had a population of more than 2,500 and included four hotels, a school and many small shops. In the 1940's, only few families remained and moved out of the area when Folsom Dam was built and the city was intentionally flooded with water to create Folsom Lake.<br />
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The coolest thing to see were the walls of buildings and an old cemetery from the outskirts of the city. The rest of the city still lies about 90 feet below the lake...but the way this drought is headed, more could be uncovered yet. </div>
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I loved learning about history so close to home. So much, that we took a trip to Folsom Prison right afterwards (but that's a post for another day!). <br />
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<strong>What kind of history does your town hold?</strong><br />
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Barnes & Noble stores nationwide will be hosting their first Discovery
Friday event on November 22nd. This event is an opportunity for customers to
jump start their holiday shopping at an exciting event, featuring authors,
special deals and fun for the whole family.<br />
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The Roseville Barnes &
Noble will be hosting the following authors:<br />
<strong>Rose Cooper</strong> (3-4pm<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a>) - Children's author and illustrator. Her "Gossip From the
Girl's Room" series is the girls answer to "The Diary of a Wimpy Kid". Funny and
fast-paced, kids can't get enough of Rose's books.<br />
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<strong>Dawn Lairamore</strong><a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a> (3-4pm<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a>) Children's fantasy-adventure
author. In her "Ivy's Ever After" series, Dawn's heroine doesn't waste time
waiting around for a prince to save her and instead goes in search of her own
adventure.<br />
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<strong>David Carter</strong> (4-5pm<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a>) - Internationally
recognized pop-up artist and author, with well over 7 million copies of his
books sold worldwide. Official creator of Dr. Seuss pop-up books including;
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Words", received the 2013 Golden Kite Award for Best Nonfiction of 2012 from the
Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators.</div>
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<strong>Jack Parker</strong> (5-6pm<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a>) - Author of
an adventure series whose hero Jeff Thornton treks the globe seeking out
mystery. With a new installment coming out next year, Belizean Adventure is the
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<strong>Sisters in Crime's Sacramento Chapter</strong>, The
Capital Crimes (6-8pm<a href="http://draft.blogger.com/null" target="_blank"></a>) - Fifteen members of this esteemed
chapter took part in this year's anthology. The "2013 Anthology Capital Crimes,
The Best of Capital Crimes Mystery" is a great way to sample the writings of our
local mystery authors.</div>
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