Showing posts with label Ride of Your Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ride of Your Life. Show all posts

Monday, May 09, 2016

L is for Love Stories (And how to write one when you don’t read romance)

Sometimes I have ideas for books in genres I don’t read. For example, I read fantasy, science fiction, and all kinds of humor and comedy. I don’t read thrillers, but I have a great idea for a romantic thriller with a little twist of science fiction. Except for the science fiction part, I have no idea how to write it. I also don’t read serious romance. Bridget Jones is awesome, and so are the Georgia Nicolson books. But those are romantic comedies. Serious romance? I generally find it laughable, and not in a good way.

And yet I’ve written a mostly serious YA romance. I even won third place in a national contest with it. So how did that happen? 


The idea for Ride of Your Life came for me soon after I heard about the Great Adventure Haunted Castle fire that killed eight teenagers in an amusement park in New Jersey on May 11th 1984, almost exactly 32 years ago. It was my way of trying to give a pointless tragedy a happy ending. I knew from the start that it was going to be the story of a love greater than death. But I didn’t want it to be a typical romance. That was never a genre that appealed to me. And it seemed wrong to write a book in a genre I didn’t enjoy reading. So what was I to do?


For a long time, I did nothing. The story was one that stayed in my head and gave me comfort when I needed it. It was a story where death was the beginning, not the end. And sometimes that’s a story I need to hear.

Skip ahead about 25 years. I had trouble deciding what to submit to the Smartwriters’ Write It Now contest for the YA category. I told the members of my critique group, Fantasyweavers, that I had this idea for a story about two teenage ghosts meeting and falling in love in an amusement park. I wrote out the first page, and asked them what they thought. They liked it and encouraged me to write the first chapters I needed to submit. So I did—and the first three chapters of Ride of Your Life won third prize. 

I continued working on it, and a few months later, I submitted it for a critique at a conference. The agent I showed it to liked it, particularly how well I captured a male perspective in the scenes that were shown from Josh’s point of view.

I told that agent, “I have a hard time writing the romantic scenes.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because romance in books always seems so clichéd. It’s not real. I mean, those kisses in romance novels, no one kisses that way.”

And he told me something that I think about to this day. He said, “If you don’t like writing something, don’t write it.”

At first I thought, “Well, how am I going to write a love story without any of that romantic stuff in it?” But then I realized that wasn’t what he was saying. What he was saying was just because people have been writing romantic scenes one way for decades that doesn’t mean I have to write it that way, too. If it feels wrong to me‑‑if I don’t like writing it that way‑‑I shouldn’t. Instead I should write what feels right to me.

That was so freeing. 

Instead of banging my head trying to write what I thought people expected a romance novel to be, I could just write the story I had in mind. It doesn’t matter if it fits someone else’s label. The only thing that matters is that I’m honest to the story I’m trying to tell.

So that’s why Ride of Your Life is probably different from any love story you’ve ever read. I gave up trying to write a romance novel and instead focused on telling the story of how two teenage ghosts named Tracy and Josh met and fell in love in an amusement park. I liked them. I liked their story. And I liked writing it.

I hope you like reading it, too.


Oh, and if you write romantic thrillers, contact me. Maybe we can write that great book together. I can help with the science fiction twist.



Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Girls Heart Books blog tour for Ride of Your Life begins!

The Girls Heart Books blog tour for Ride of Your Life has begun! Even though it's not my most recent book, I decided to do a blog tour now in honor of the 30th anniversary of the Six Flags Great Adventure Haunted Castle Fire, which inspired the novel when I was still a teenager. The book tells the story of Tracy--a seventeen-year-old girl who died in the fire--and Josh--a seventeen-year-old boy who dies in an accident in the same theme park thirty years later.

Ride of Your Life won third prize in SmartWriter's Write It Now contest in the YA category, which was judged by Alex Flinn, the author of Beastly, Cloaked, and more. I hope you'll check it out.


Thursday, August 08, 2013

Carousel at dusk

I took this photo on Thursday, July 18, 2013 in Hershey Park, Pennsylvania during a heat wave. It's late in the evening and the lights are on. There's something magical about an amusement park at dusk. It reminds me of my YA ghost story romance set in an amusement park, Ride of Your Life.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

A "lovely strange" kissing scene from Ride of Your Life


Here is a scene with a "lovely strange" kiss from Ride of Your Life for you to enjoy today.

Tracy is a teenage ghost who died in a fire at the Amazing Lands Theme Park 30 years ago. Josh dies in an accident on a kiddie ride at the start of the book. In this scene, Tracy is showing Josh around a section of the park called Cyber City.
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Finally they entered the 3D multi-media theater just in time for the last showing of the night. 

The movie was about a spaceship crashing on a strange planet where a new danger suddenly appeared every few seconds. It wasn’t much of a plot, but it utilized the 3D and other effects well. Bubbles, sparkling confetti, and a mist of water fell on the audience from above, while lights flashed on the sides of the theater, and dry ice created fog below. Lasers occasionally flashed overhead. The audience smiled, gasped, and jumped out of their seats. Josh and Tracy stood in the aisle and watched the movie, but the picture—designed for 3D glasses—showed two images at once.
“Can’t we make ghost copies of the glasses?” Josh asked.


“We can,” Tracy explained. “But it’s kind of the opposite of walking through a glass door.”


“In what way?” 


“You can easily walk through a glass door, because you can imagine nothing is there. But when you look through the lenses of these glasses, you can’t see that they’re 3D ones. They just look like clear plastic.”


“So . . . when you make a ghost copy, it only has clear plastic instead of the kind needed for 3D?”


“Exactly.” 


Josh looked around. “But we can see the movie if we get inside someone who’s watching it, right?” 


“Yup.” 


He ran his fingers through his hair. “Let’s do it.” 


“What?” Tracy almost laughed. “No, you don’t want to do that.”


“I do.”


“It’s hard.”


“Then show me how.” 


“I don’t know . . .” 


“Please?” 


She looked around and tried to find a suitable couple, one that matched them in height. A tall, middle-aged man and a slightly short woman sat almost at the exact center of the room. Tracy pointed at them. “First we have to get over there, and that means going through some legs. You up to it?” 


“Can you walk me through it?” He laughed. “Sorry, bad pun.” 


“At least you found it funny.” She paused to think. “There are two ways we can do this: Mack’s way or mine.” 


“I’m probably going to regret asking this, but what’s Mack’s way?”


“Mack accepts that he’s a ghost. He tells himself that ghosts can walk through stuff, so it’s not a problem for him.” 


“And your way?”


“My way is to tell myself that everything around me isn’t real.”


Josh tilted his head. “Isn’t it?” 


“No, it’s not.” This was hard to explain, but she had to try. “It’s real for living people, but not for us. We can sort of fade it out. What I do is choose to fade out some things while holding onto some other things. In this case, I would fade out the people who are sitting in the seats over here, but I wouldn’t fade out the theater, the floor, my body, or the people I’m trying to get to.” 


“Oh.” Josh paused. “I think I might have done that already by accident.” 


“What? When?” 


“When I went out with Mack. He left me for . . . a few minutes. Everything stopped seeming real. Then it all kind of blurred.” 


“That’s it, but you have to hold onto the reality of something. Body, theater, floor, and the couple in the middle. Think you can do it?” 


Josh nodded. “Let’s do this.” 


Tracy went first. She told herself th
e people sitting in the seats that blocked their path weren’t real. They faded away, and she walked up to the couple in the middle. She turned to see how Josh was doing. He looked at her. Then he walked straight without taking his eyes off her and stopped at her side.

“You know,” he said, “there’s a third way of doing this.” 

“There is?” 


“I let everything else slip away and just focused on you.”


Tracy half smiled, but turned away to avoid showing it. “Okay, that was the easy part. Now we have to go inside these people, and we have to match all their movements, particularly their eyes. It’s . . . kind of creepy, really. Makes my skin crawl. Anyway, it’s like a dance. The living person is your partner, and you have to follow your partner. Are you sure you want to do this?” 


“Sure, I’m ready to dance with you anytime.” 


She rolled her eyes. “How about with this guy over here?” 


“Yes, I’m ready.” 


“’Cause if you’re not—”


“I’m ready.”


“Okay . . .”


She stepped into the women’s feet. The woman was wearing sneakers with short socks. The woman’s feet must have been hot, but it was smarter to wear sneakers to the park than sandals, because of all the walking and standing in line. That was why Tracy always wore sneakers when she was working there: white ones to get to work, black ones while she was working indoors. She couldn’t wear white sneakers in the House of Horrors because they would have glowed in the blue light, and she couldn’t wear her black sneakers in the sun because they would get too hot. The woman didn’t compromise comfort for fashion. Tracy liked that. 


She sat down in the woman’s lap. She brought her hand down to the woman’s hand. Thin fingers, and a wedding ring. Tracy took a deep breath, as if she were about to go underwater, and slid into the woman’s body and head. She flowed with the woman’s movements, keeping her eyes always in sync with the woman’s eyes. This dance of ghost body and living body felt so weird. Tracy couldn’t wait until it was over, but in the meanwhile she would try her best to enjoy watching the movie through 3D glasses, as it was meant to be seen. 


She couldn’t see Josh, because the woman was staring straight at the screen. Then Tracy felt someone graze the woman’s hand. The woman glanced at her hand and then turned to look at the man. Tracy could see Josh floating inside him, only slightly above the surface. Josh’s curly dark hair sat on the man’s bald head. Tracy was impressed. Josh was a pretty good ghost dancer for someone who had never done this before. 


The woman turned her hand over, and the man wrapped his fingers around hers. Then he leaned in close. The woman leaned in, too, and the man and woman kissed. 


Tracy felt her heart race. Or was it the woman’s? No, it was definitely hers. The kiss lasted a long time. Laser beams shot across the room. The man and woman pulled apart, but Tracy’s heart continued to race. 


When the movie finished, Tracy and Josh walked slowly back to the room in the first-aid office. Josh no longer paid attention to where the people were walking, and didn’t flinch when someone ran through him. He just stared at Tracy and smiled.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Read first 50 pages of Ride of Your Life for free!

There's a new BookBuzzr widget on my blog at the top of the column on the right. If you click on it, you can read the first 50 pages of Ride of Your Life for free! Check it out, and if you like what you see, click on a link to buy a copy today.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

I made my own Ride of Your Life sneakers!

 Happy Independence Day to all my American friends celebrating the holiday!
Hand-drawn sneakers with a romantic-theme park design

What do you think of my new sneakers? I bought a cheap pair from Kmart and a bunch of Stained by Sharpie markers. I didn't know what I'd draw at first, but some friends suggested something from one of my books, so I went with a romantic amusement-park theme for Ride of Your Life.


Put them together, and they spell "Ride of Your Life."


I like the way they turned out.

A roller coaster on one side and a Ferris wheel on the other. 

Someone suggested I run a contest where the winner will get a hand-drawn pair of sneakers like these, but in the winner's size of course. What do you think? Would you like to win a pair?

Monday, July 02, 2012

Ride of Your Life blog tour starts today!

I'm so excited: I'm doing a Bewitching Book Tour with Roxanne Rhoads for Ride of Your Life, and it starts today!


 I hope you'll follow along. This is my second Bewitching Blog Tour, so you can tell I was happy with the first.

Here's the schedule:


July 2 Guest blog
The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom

July 2 Interview
Mary’s Garden 

July 3 review and guest blog
For The Love Of Film And Novels

July 3 Promo
Cover2CoverBlog

July 3 Review and Guest blog
My Guilty Obsession

July 3 Promo
Read 2 Review 

July 4 Promo and review
Waiting on Sunday to Drown

July 5 Promo
Sapphyria's Book Reviews  

July 5 Interview
Books, Books The Magical Fruit

July 6 Interview
Simply Infatuated

July 7 Promo
A Dream Within A Dream

July 8 Guest blog
A Bibliophile's Thoughts on Books

Thanks, Roxanne!