Jen Nelson (violet1 on QT) has signed with agent Sam Hiyate of The Rights Factory.
Also, a famous author gave some advice in one of his books, and I think it bears repeating. (This is not an exact quote, by the way, but it’s close!) “Let other writers critique your work. Put on a thick skin and listen. If something is said once, it can be overlooked. Something said twice or more…they’re right, and you’re wrong. Repeat, they’re right and you’re wrong.” I love this because I think it holds true. I’ll hear writers say, “But my beta loved it…” Betas, if they’re not writers, don‘t know about the first five pages. They may not know about character/ story arcs. So let some writers read your work, listen, and dig in. Your ms will be far better for it.
Wheat fields. Cows. More wheat fields. Yup, for sixteen year-old horror film fanatic Emmeline Victor, this pretty much sums up life in podunk Crystal, Minnesota. But when Chemistry teacher Mr. Castor, a.k.a. the local whack job, hires her as his lab assistant, life goes from the mundane to the extraordinary.
Under his employ, Emmeline discovers freakish things within the Bates Motel, er, his house: A neon green mixture bubbling in the basement, a globe with strange locales dotted across it, and a one hundred year old photograph of Mr. Castor’s royally hot and decidedly not geriatric son, William. The shrieking violins from Psycho resonate in Emmeline’s head. But she discovers the truth is much more bizarre than macabre: Mr. Castor and William are from the land of Anavrin, trapped on Earth, trying to get home.
From the inside of a gnome’s well to the mean streets of New York City, Emmeline is lured into their secret realm of magic. And that’s not the only thing she’s drawn to. As a small town girl, Emmeline is stunned her desire for the gorgeous and worldly William proves to be mutual. But their romance is interrupted when a dangerous game begins. Maleficus, the man responsible for the entrapment, is hunting William for the one thing he needs to conquer Anavrin; something which dangles against William’s perfectly tanned chest. And unbeknownst to Emmeline, she's being used as the bait.