Monday, 27 December 2010

Last Blog Post of 2010--Kurt Chambers

It's my last blog of 2010, so I wanted to make it a special blog. It's special because it's about two very special people. Christmas has been a special time for me over the last couple of years. Last Christmas, my friends came to my rescue and the legend of the pink laptop was born. For those who don't know this story check it out here. This Christmas was special for me too. Two amazing friends of mine sent me the most awesome Christmas present I could have ever wished for. Here's the surprise email I received in my stocking this year...

Hello Kurt,

Annie and I got together and put together this Christmas present for you! It is full of goodies for you about Truth Teller, because we love the story and you so much.


Attached you will find a file called "Agents in the US". This list has about 14 agents here in the states that take MG fantasy stories. We checked them with the Preditors and Editors site to make sure they were good. So, now you have a few agents to get you started.

By the end of next month, you'll get another list with more agents on it for you!


You'll see "Query 1-Annie" and "Query Shark - Anastasia" files attached to this email also. These are your queries, reviewed by both Annie and myself.

After you make any changes, we'll be glad to look over them again for you!


Two other attached files, "Synopsis-Annie" and "Synopsis-Anastasia" are our reviews of your synopsis.

Of course, after you make any changes, we'll look over it again for you!


I made you a new website. I know you already have one, but I felt that you needed a fresh look, and an easy to remember URL for your fans.

Annie and I will get you a REAL domain name for it. ---> (Check it out!)

I thought the whole world should know just how wonderful Annie and Anastasia are, because if everyone was like them, the world would be a better place. Thank you for being such awesome friends, and thank you for believing in me and helping my dreams come true. I owe you so much!

Sunday, 12 December 2010

'Twas The Night Before Christmas--Kurt Chambers

With Christmas just around the corner, I thought I would do a Christmas post. What better than the classic poem, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas. It would be a bit boring just posting the original poem, so I'm going to post my version. This was my winning entry for the Young Adult Novel Workshop Christmas poem contest where we had to rewrite the poem using the characters from our forum. I based it on my dear friend, Mireyah, who was under suspicion for being a puppy killer at the time. Sorry, Mireyah, the rumours will haunt you forever :D

'Twas The Night Before Christmas -- YA Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, on
and Mireyah was struggling to get a review done.
Dead puppies were hung by the chimney with string,
she knew this year she wouldn't get anything.

Where most children were nestled all snug in a bed,
she was determined to get her book out of the red.
I know that Santa won't be coming around here,
so I can do what I want, I'm gonna party with beer.

Then out on the roof there arose such a rumble,
she staggered over beer cans and almost took a tumble.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
tore open the curtains, and threw up on the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
lit up the amazing sight from below.
All here friends from the forum had come to give cheer,
in a miniature sleigh and eight stolen reindeer.

With a dodgy old driver, so handsome and quick,
she new in a moment they were going to get nicked.
They mounted the sidewalk, and through her fence they all came,
Mireyah whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"Now Dusk! Now Ralene!
Now, Hailey and Airdale!
On, Jay! On, Email!
On, Tamara! On, GG!
On, Dragon, and the rest who are there!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the fence!
Now dash away! Dash away!
And pick up all that mess!

She thought they were loonies, I know they can't fly,
if they don't slow down, they're all going to die.
But as if by magic, the sleigh then took flight,
and Mireyah ducked as it began to gain height.

And then, in a twinkle, she heard on the tiles,
a mighty crash that could be heard for ten miles.
As Mireyah drew in her head and was turning around,
Down the chimney came Kurt, and he came with a crowd.

He was dressed all in fur, and he held up his palm.
Don't shoot, I'm not a puppy, I mean you no harm.
A bundle of goodies he had flung on his back,
he looked like an Englishman just carrying a sack.

His eyes--were all bloodshot! His dimples were quite bad!
With cheeks like potatoes, and a nose like a hag!
The drool round his mouth, hung down like a bow,
and Mireyah felt the urge to ask them to go.
With a bottle in hand, he gave a sly grin,
then ask in a stupor, "Do'y mind if we come in?"
He had a wrinkled face and a round little belly,
and GirlsNGlasses thought he was quite smelly.

Not chubby or plump, but a jolly old man,
he kicked off the party the best way he can.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
he started a food-fight right on top of her bed.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
pretending to fill stockings, he turned with a smirk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney they all rose.

They mounted the sleigh, and the team were quite rude,
making obscene gestures, and throwing around food.
But she heard Kurt exclaim, as they rose to the heavens,
"Happy Christmas, dear Mireyah, we've nicked all your presents!"

Truth Teller by Kurt Chambers

How can ten-year-old Charlotte ever envisage that magic really exists? The place for other realms belongs in a child’s fairy tale. Or so she thinks, until she discovers the strange shopkeeper and begins an adventure that changes her life forever.
Discovered alone in a far away forest, Charlotte embarks on a journey encountering heart-stopping dangers and real life monsters, but a far greater threat shadows her every move. Even the strength and skill of her new companions cannot protect her against a ruthless druid assassin.
But in this realm, Charlotte is not the vulnerable little girl she thought she was.

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