THE CASTLE BLUES QUAKE by Linda Covella
Children’s, Young Adult – Sci Fi / Fantasy
Tour Dates: October 14 – October 24, 2014
Blog Tour with Giveaway
12-year-old Pepper Connelly leaves her best friend, Chrissie, behind when her family moves from New York City to Santa Cruz, CA. Pepper discovers a boy, Corey, hiding in her backyard shed. Unknown to Pepper, Corey is a ghost trying to contact his grandfather, Boppie, before he crosses over. He tells Pepper he must locate Boppie before Social Services finds him. Pepper agrees to help.
While Pepper’s communication with Chrissie dwindles, her friendship with Corey grows. She tells Corey about her passion for writing songs, and throughout the story, she composes a song about Corey. Corey teaches Pepper to play the harmonica. Soon, she’s torn between finding Boppie and knowing when she does, Corey will certainly go back on the road with his traveling-musician grandfather.
Other characters help her on her quest: new classmate Ally Cressman, who dresses in an odd-ball, non-mall style; Sawtooth Sam, the mysterious saw-playing street musician; and Madame Mchumba, who performs her psychic readings at the Boardwalk amusement park.
Earthquakes, haunted house rides, poltergeists, and crystal ball readings propel Pepper toward the shocking conclusion of her search.
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A Special Post From The Author
The Kinetic Energy of Creativity
First, I want to thank the Cici’s Theories for having me on this blog and for being a part of my Castle Blues Quake blog tour. And thank you to the readers for stopping by!
Kinetic: moving, energizing, dynamic.
To be creative, you must get your mind—and sometimes your body—moving. It takes energy to create something, and often the hardest part is getting going, taking that first step. You might have to really push yourself, but you can’t move forward until you start moving. I have to do this when I write my first drafts; for me, that’s the most difficult part of writing a novel.
To be creative, you have to be energized. Be excited about your project. The more energy you put into it, the more ideas you’ll produce and the more satisfaction you’ll have. That initial energy will also compound itself—as you get more involved in your work, you’ll become more excited and more energetic.
To be creative, you must be dynamic. Being dynamic is related to energy and motion, but it’s also characterized by continuous change, activity, or progress. You have to keep moving forward, but you also have to be willing to change if something isn’t working out for you. Remember, there’s never one solution to creativity. Your first attempt isn’t always your last. If you want to be dynamic, that is, if you want to progress, you have to be open to new ideas, new methods, open to change.
How do you get moving to unleash your creativity?
About the Author
Linda Covella’s varied job experience and education (associate degrees in art, business and mechanical drafting & design, a BS degree in Manufacturing Management) have led her down many paths and enriched her life experiences. But one thing she never strayed from is her love of writing.
A writer for over 30 years, her first official publication was a restaurant review column in a local newspaper, and as a freelance writer, she continued to publish numerous articles in a variety of publications. But when she published articles for children’s magazines (“Games and Toys in Ancient Rome” and “Traveling the Tokaido in 17th Century Japan,” in Learning Through History magazine, and “Barry’s Very Grown Up Day” in Zootles magazine), she realized she’d found her niche: writing for children. She wants to share with kids and teens her love of books: the worlds they open, the things they teach, the feelings they express.
Yakimali’s Gift, a historical novel for young adults published by Astraea Press, and middle grade paranormal The Castle Blues Quake published by Beau Coup Publishing are her first novels.
She’s a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).
No matter what new paths she may travel down, she sees her writing as a lifelong joy and commitment.
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As I started to close the door, I looked down and gagged. On the doorstep lay a stiff dead rat, so big I pictured it running around the house slamming doors with its pointy nose or long tail. Its tiny black eyes stared at nothing, and its legs, stretched straight out, ended in open claws as if it had fought whoever or whatever had taken its life. The insides of my stomach were about to erupt when Dad looked over my shoulder and made me jump.
“Someone has a sick sense of humor,” he said. “The police are on their way. Now please, let’s go tell your mother and Sage everything’s okay.” He headed out of the kitchen.
Before shutting the door, I peered into the back yard. The fog had thinned a little. I could just make out the thick trunk of the tree and the swing hanging next to it. Then I froze. A face. A white face with black holes for eyes. Staring at me from behind the tree. I tried to call Dad, but my mouth and throat were dry. My voice wouldn’t work. I gripped the doorknob. Don’t run, I told myself. Don’t be afraid. Afraid, bade, fade…fade, fade, please go away whoever you are. Whatever you are. It hadn’t budged an inch. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe it wasn’t a face. I squinted then blinked. And it was gone. Just the fog and the tree and the swing.
Then the hairs on the back of my neck prickled when I noticed the ropes and the seat swaying as if from a breeze.
The only thing was, the air was as still as could be. There was no breeze.