If your teacher has to die, August isn’t a bad time of year for it.
(The Teacher’s Funeral)
The first thing I did was, I stole a body.
I’m sitting here in a dumb graduation gown, which covers a pair of boxer shorts I got from Millikin University’s baseball camp and a T-shirt with a picture of Eric Cartman on it.
Compelling, right? How about yours? How would you start a YA novel, so that a reader had to find out what happened next?
This time since I now have author copies of SLIDING ON THE EDGE, I’d like to offer a signed book to the winner.
We’ve had some great entries in the past two contests, I’m looking forward to reading the next great batch.