Querying my MG manuscript Spring ‘26!
I write contemporary realistic fiction suited for upper middle grade readers.
What I Saw, Then What I Wrote
What I saw: A piece of trash on the ground
What I wrote:
Whoever had scratched off the spaces had left the silver scratchings scattered across the glass. The lottery ticket was bright orange. It said “KA-POW!” in big block letters, like it was exploding. Clara thought of her mom’s white “SERENITY” sign and its block letters. She pictured a bright orange, four-foot sign that said “KA-POW!” hanging on Dani and Royal’s wall.
What I wrote:
She tossed Clara a towel. The material felt thin in Clara’s hands when she caught it. Threads dangled from one corner. It smelled like laundry detergent and cigarettes.
Clara unfurled the towel and held it up in front of her with outstretched arms. She looked at the faded design. “Kung Fu Panda Three. Awesome.”
“Hey, do you want a towel, or not?” said Dani. She dropped down onto the couch, next to Clara. “I have no idea where that came from. It’s just a towel. I’m not in love with Kung Fu Panda. I’ve never even seen it.”
What I saw: A tote bag in a thrift store
What I saw: A sign while waiting for my tacos
What I wrote:
It was a white pickup truck with plywood sides on the bed. The plywood had black spray-painted words that got smaller near the end so that all the words would fit: FOR SEASONS GARDNING- BEST GARDNER ON THIS PLANET.
Bold, thought Clara. I like his confidence. Too bad spray paint doesn’t come with spellcheck though.
What I wrote:
Marcus handed Royal a box of small, hard pellets. “This has all the essential vitamins and nutrients that rats, hamsters, and gerbils need for healthy fur and teeth.”
“Right,” said Royal. He turned the box over in his hand. “And what, I just hand it to him? It? The rat?”
“Well, sir, one usually provides a habitat for their rat, which would have a food bowl and access to fresh water.” Marcus paused. “You would put it in the food bowl.”
“Right. A habitat and water.” Royal held the box of food to his chest. “Can I see one of these rat habitats? Habirats?” Royal laughed. “You can use that, Marcus.”