September 27, 2011

Teaser Tuesday?

I really should blog today. And, since it's Tuesday, I thought it'd be fun to share a little snippet from my YA alternate history. Thus, the whole "Teaser Tuesday" thing. (I love alliteration almost as much as J.K. Rowling!)

But...

I'm seriously terrified of people reading my work. Seriously. Terrified. It usually takes me a few weeks to gather the courage to show anything to Justin, and he's my husband! I mean, come on. He has seen me throw-up! He has heard me fart! (No, that's not true. I've never farted. Ever.) And yet, I still get the jitters when he reads my work.

Granted, I should give myself a little credit. I've managed to conquer my anxieties somewhat. I have a great critique group, for instance, and I've lined up some fantastic beta readers for this manuscript.

But...

It still scares me silly. I often have to re-read my excerpts 3 or 4 times before I dare press the "Send" button. And that's just with the excerpts. I have yet to have anyone outside of my immediate family (and Agent Jim) read an entire book of mine.

Which makes no sense to me. I'm too scared to share my manuscript with my writing friends — people who are so nice and helpful! — and yet I was perfectly fine querying my first novel without anyone reading it?

Friends = Too scary
Agents = Press send now!

I don't understand my logic. Maybe I need to send my brain to the Brain Repair Factory? If so, I'd like to exchange it with Laini Taylor's please. ('Cause who wouldn't want to write like Laini?)

Whatever. I'm tired of you, Anxious Caroline.

Here's a freaking snippet from my WIP: 

(In which my protagonist, Zara, walks to school in Nazi-occupied America)
       She walked past a slew of shops — the grocer, the butcher, the chocolatier selling truffles only the Nazis could afford — but her pace dropped as she approached the bakery. The scent of hot buttery bread proved too tempting, beckoning her with the promise of a plump-full stomach.
       Peering inside, Zara’s tongue watered at the sight of the golden loaves and at a tray of sticky buns still steaming on the counter. Sticky buns. She adored their cinnamon-y layers, and these had just been plucked out of the oven. Her fingers searched through her bag, hoping to rustle a few spare coins, but then the baker caught her staring and shooed her through the window.
      "Geh! Geh!" he yelled, waving her off with his floured hands. "Nur zalende kunden!"
      Paying customers only.
      Zara’s appetite dried like a prune.
Hey now! That wasn't so bad, right? 

*Chews fingernails*

7 comments:

  1. First of all, NOW I'M HUNGRY.

    Second of all, wow. Not only is the setting right up my alley, but I think you painted a very clear picture with your details, and I saw the scene unfold in my mind. Also, I want to hug Zara. Badly.

    *squeezes tight*

    AWESOME excerpt, Caroline!

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  2. Great description, Caroline! You set the atmosphere perfectly. I really like it. :-D

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  3. Go, Caroline! Way to be brave. And this is great--I can't wait to read more! *hugs* Mmm, now I want a sticky bun, too...

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  4. Ooh, I love this! So rich with detail, setting, and character in such a short bit. I cannot wait to read more of this story!!! (HINT HINT)

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  5. I find sharing terrifying as well. You are not alone!

    That being said, this snippet is lovely! I especially love the addition of a new food type at the end to illustrate her hopes (and hunger) fading. Really great descriptions.

    Now, I'm off to find a sticky bun...

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  6. Darn you for making me crave bread and pastries!

    This is lovely, Caroline. Funnily enough, it reminds me a bit of Erin Bow's style. Please don't hesitate to share more with us in the future!

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  7. Brilliant Caroline! I can't wait to read more AND I'm craving bread too :)

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