tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25420622017905600992024-02-07T20:47:51.387-05:00Jess AshleyAuthor of the Canterwood Crest series under my pen name Jessica Burkhart. Voracious reader. Shopaholic at VS's PINK store. Best friend. YA proposal ready for subbing under Jess Ashley. Co-owner (with Kate Angelella) of Violet & Ruby--a two-person book packager and style blog. We're taking over publishing one book at a time. :)Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-21792100579821890572012-12-26T16:55:00.002-05:002012-12-26T16:55:34.591-05:002013 career directionI'm so excited about my new agent! I've partnered with the amazing, well-respected Rubin Pfeffer of East West Literary Agency. It's been about three years since I've been agented and it was time to get back in the agent game. Rubin is committed to helping me take my career in a new direction--YA. That doesn't mean I'm not going to write books for tweens or younger readers if I get the chance and it's the right project.<br />
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It does mean that I want to multitask more. I want to work on Canterwood and a second project at the same time. I've been doing that now, but not as much as I could be. Honestly, my bum arm has really been holding me back. I've got to finish FAMOUS and then look into doing surgery before HOME FOR CHRISTMAS is due or after.<br />
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Once I have surgery, I'll be able to work SO much more and not be on painkillers that also slow me down a little.<br />
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I'm excited for 2013 both professionally and personally. Anyone making a goal list? I started mine a few days ago. I've got separate pages for personal and work. <br />
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<br />Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-22536554023820011802012-10-17T20:54:00.001-04:002012-10-17T20:54:34.347-04:00My photo inspired by Lady Gaga's Body Revolution<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jess Ashley's take on Lady Gaga's Body Revolution 10/17/12</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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There have been a lot of positive (and some negative) comments in the media recently about <a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1694667/lady-gaga-body-revolution-expert-reactions.jhtml">Lady Gaga's Body Revolution. </a>In short, the movement is about loving and accepting your body exactly the way it is. Many people are posting their own shots on<a href="http://www.littlemonsters.com/"> LittleMonsters.com. </a>I wasn't "born this way," but I'm proud of how I now look. <br />
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2: titanium rods in my back<br />
12: number of inches long each rod is<br />
4: inches of height I gained after my spinal fusion<br />
6: pints of my blood used during surgery<br />
1: year until full recovery<br />
9: hours in surgery<br />
0: number of scoliosis cases worse than mine that the doctors had seen<br />
13: age I was at the time of surgery<br />
25: age I am now<br />
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*Photo credit: Kate Angelella Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-86463287674248812132012-08-30T18:50:00.001-04:002012-08-30T18:50:40.731-04:00Dear Teen Me anthology on NetGalley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm so excited to have found <a href="http://zestbooks.net/dear-teen-me/">Dear Teen Me </a>on NetGalley! If you're a member, def check out the book and see what you think! There are letters from over 70 authors including Ellen Hopkins, Carrie Jones, and Sara Zarr. The anthology officially pubs on October 31, 2012. I couldn't be more excited to be part of it. :)<br />
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I'll be participating in the DTM Blog Tour and am going to be reading my DTM essay in December. Here are the details:<br />
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<br />Jefferson Market Branch of the NYPL<br />
NYC <br />
December 5th, 2012<br />
6-7:30pm<br />
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I'll be reading with Melissa de la Cruz, Daphne Grab, and Margaret Stohl, among other authors. Thanks to David Levithan for setting up this Teen Read Night!<br />
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Happy Thursday!<br />
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xxJessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-39416031874524556992012-02-29T15:54:00.003-05:002012-02-29T15:57:43.182-05:00Life is . . .Life is weird<br /><br />Life is beautiful<br /><br />Life is love<br /><br />Life is illness<br /><br />Life is hope<br /><br />Life is desire<br /><br />Life is passion<br /><br />Life is work<br /><br />Life is painful<br /><br />Life is empowering<br /><br />Life is raw<br /><br />Life is ever changing<br /><br />Life is scary<br /><br />Life is thrilling<br /><br />Life is laughter<br /><br />Life is loveJessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-26507531792326289482011-11-05T20:27:00.002-04:002011-11-05T20:30:12.582-04:00Kinda sorta doing NaNoI LOVE November! The smell of NaNoWriMo is in the air! :)<br /><br />I'm doing it (kind of) for a couple of weeks with POPULAR then I have to switch to editing. Deadline is 11/30, so I'll be off for Xmas! Well, I've got another project that I want to write and a new paranormal YA that I want to work with. I've put KEPT on the backburner for a tiny bit. Just to give myself a little more space from the project.<br /><br />I've got news to announce soon that kind of revolves around KEPT. Can't wait to share!<br /><br />Happy writing. xxJessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-54436402843986175332011-10-18T20:48:00.003-04:002011-10-18T20:54:22.533-04:00ChoicesSuper busy getting back into work. POPULAR is due soon and we just got back from the third trip to Mayo. Making a fourth trip in December and I'm continually hoping for good results.<br /><br />Lots of things went down this week. Choices, possible opportunities, having to make huge decisions, yes or no answers, things maybe happening, things maybe not . . . a whole freaking lot can change in two days.<br /><br />It's kind of a lot to absorb. Makes the ground feel a little shaky when you thought it was solid. Nothing's happened and nothing will happen tomorrow, but it's definitely something on my mind and the possibility of weighing options or having to make choices is rattling around my brain.<br /><br />Very vague, I know. But that's how this is--one thing depends on another and so on.<br /><br />For now, I'm going to try and plant my feet on the ground and not think about/worry/obsess over anything until/when it comes.Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-10131442722458718242011-08-22T21:02:00.003-04:002011-08-22T21:13:37.078-04:00Now vs. thenI hope the saying's true about things getting really bad before they get better...because things are REALLY bad right now. It's kind of one of those times where it feels as if things will never change--someone will never feel well again. Laughter won't be rare. You won't be awake until 4am because your body won't let you sleep. Pain won't be present every second. Work won't become something that doesn't transport you to another place but feels as though it's taking you away from a person who needs you. Life won't be at a standstill. Time won't revolve around pills. Bottles of vicodin, morphine, dilaudid, oxy and a zillion other medications won't be permanent fixtures of the bedroom. Doctor visits won't be cried over.
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<br />Smiles will be real and more present. Life will still be challenging, but won't feel insurmountable. Going out will be an option. Alcohol will be consumed. Dancing to Top 20 hits will leave you feeling exhausted in the best way. Work will be something that calls to you during the day and keeps you up late into the night. Life will just BE.
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<br />After this is over, I swear I'll never complain about anything again. Nothing will ever compare to this.
<br />Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-35040461486846578322011-08-09T15:02:00.003-04:002011-08-09T15:16:27.786-04:00Well, hello again!Yes, it's been forever since I've blogged here. It's been an insane time--the craziest of my life. Some things that have happened since I last blogged:<div>
<br /></div><div>* I spent three weeks at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN with K</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* We're going back to Mayo in mid-September</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I wrote INITIATION</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I finished the outline for a Violet & Ruby Productions book</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* The Barnes & Noble at the Apache Mall in Rochester agreed to host me for a signing on September 18th at 2pm. (Please come so I'm not alone!) :)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* A couple of big things happened that are secrets for now, but MAN, I want to reveal them!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* My friend Bri got K and me hooked on DANCE MOMS. It is the best guilty please e-v-e-r. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I got feathers in my hair! Two purple and one pink. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I got a new gorge HP laptop that I still haven't had time to set up. (Bad!)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I had some time to read for the first time in forever. Devoured Sara Shepard's TWISTED and am loooving Melissa Walker's SMALL TOWN SINNERS. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>* I read an ARC of HORSES NEVER LIE ABOUT LOVE and was blown away. Even cooler? I was asked to blurb it. It comes out in November, so I'll be sure to remind everyone. It's a beautiful book.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>* Kate's great-uncle passed and K, R and I spent about 2 and a half-ish weeks living on the UES in his apartment helping K's grandmother. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>* R's grandmother passed and he spent a weekend in Baltimore. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Those are the highlights, really. We're all kind of waiting to go back to Mayo now and get K out of the pain she's in. Nothing--no drug or alternative--can stop this pain. I hate it. I put my hands on the spots and wished they would flow out of her body and into mine. It's not fair. She's been sick for a year and a half--I wish I could take it away even for just a day. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I've gotten closer to my friend, B. She's the best to text and I wish she lived closer!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I haven't been working on KEPT. I've been too busy with Canterwood and personal things. But I want to pick it up again soon. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>What's new with everyone?</div>Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-77405328219629929932011-04-13T15:47:00.000-04:002011-04-13T15:53:51.473-04:00Might be MIAJust a heads up, I'm going through some serious personal issues and might be offline for a while. I will do my best to blog/Tweet/celebrate Chosen's release as I can, but I wanted to let Team Canterwood know that I might be offline for a little while in the future.<br /><br />Much <3 to you all!Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-65892959511577287722011-04-05T16:34:00.000-04:002011-04-05T16:35:20.709-04:00Brooklyn girl, baby!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwy3ltx1TkHdc-ZZoCoAfw6aV8xO0qkodxDDN492lHi17WMMxW-hqEb5stQ5Ks9U0_yu5VzBSsjyuBN6skx-J4A_lpbQSqT93TWEOOHiwES1h9GJBRI031pEaexvcw2v9BOrtnymB1oFP6/s1600/anniversary+nyc+flowers.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3u-zHwtYuUYkCVnL5ByC31ww1bGKcbBq8EBEi6Vq7RgZV_MaQ0FkkIQIR2YvPxGwgmEVv_WfqDOuR_EC-jk838QlAci30PJSoyzI5Mp6oCIETfBgaEwAgJZUy9MvNrfSQOMUGClLoXWo/s1600/anniversary+nyc+flowers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3u-zHwtYuUYkCVnL5ByC31ww1bGKcbBq8EBEi6Vq7RgZV_MaQ0FkkIQIR2YvPxGwgmEVv_WfqDOuR_EC-jk838QlAci30PJSoyzI5Mp6oCIETfBgaEwAgJZUy9MvNrfSQOMUGClLoXWo/s320/anniversary+nyc+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592193497242515954" border="0" /></a><br /></div>I opened the door expecting to have a package from UPS with stuff from work or something I'd ordered online. Instead, a nice guy asked for Jess Ashley and handed me a vase of flowers.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/kateangelella">Kate </a>and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/rossangelella">Ross </a>got me flowers for my two year anniversary in New York. According to the card, I'm now a "true New Yorker."<br /><br />Wow.<br /><br />Sometimes, it feels like I've been here for ten years. Sometimes, a week. I still get lost on new trains, still go the wrong way when trying to find strange buildings and still Google Map any new place I go and hand draw a map. But I'm not afraid of going to new places.<br /><br />I used to be.<br /><br />When I first moved here, the only place I felt that I knew how to get back and forth from without having to worry was to S&S. I would get on the train at 7th Avenue, put on my headphones and ride the 45-ish minutes into the city. And that's not to mention how long it took me to feel comfortable to play my iPod because I was sure the conductor would change the route with a message that the train was going to the Bronx or somewhere far away. I was convinced I'd get lost and never find my way back to Park Slope again. (Not being a drama queen--I was serious!)<br /><br />But now, it's almost as if I instinctively know how to get home. And home for me is the best place to be in the entire city. I'm happiest when I'm in cozy socks, yoga pants, a PINK t-shirt and doing anything--or nothing at all--with my bestie.<br /><br />If you passed me on the streets, you'd probably think I was a tourist. I've always got my BlackBerry out and am taking pictures of everything. I wear Brooklyn hoodies, a "Gaga for Brooklyn" (she's performing on May 27 for GMA, btw . . . )T-shirt and it'll soon be warm enough for me to wear my "I love New York" shirt. I know that it's not "cool" to do that when you live here, but I don't care. I haven't gotten past the giddy stage of living in the city that never sleeps.<br /><br />I'm a Brooklyn girl and proud of it!<br /><br />Much love to all of my Brooklyn family and friends who have supported me here. I love you all.Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-46161436617887680072011-03-23T09:15:00.002-04:002011-03-23T09:19:37.070-04:00Essay live on Dear Teen Me and the rest of the essayMy essay is live at Dear Teen Me! So excited and, well, kind of nervous to have it out there. The essay posted at DTM is only a portion of the full essay, so here it is in its entirety. Big thank yous to Miranda, Emily and, Kate. <div><br /></div><div>Essay posted on <a href="http://dearteenme.com/2011/03/23/1523/">Dear Teen Me</a>:</div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Hey nineteen-year old me,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You feel like you’re drowning in secrets, huh? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">I know. Every morning, life crushes your chest until you can’t breathe? Look, that might last a little while. But, and I know you won’t believe me now, it won’t be forever. It’ll feel like it, though. Every morning, you’ll lie in bed, listening for signs—clues—of what kind of mood <i>he’s </i></span><span style="color:black">in. Will Dad be furious, agitated when you try to sneak to the kitchen for cereal? Or will he be holed up in his bedroom on the laptop that’s never off for more than an hour at a time? The one he’s on from five am till two or three in the morning. You will not even want to think about what he’s doing. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll be angry. Sometimes white-hot rage. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">At Dad—you’ll really hate calling him that. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">At Mom—the one person who claims to be your ally. She’ll bitch about how horrible your father is and how she’ll to fix it. But she never will and when you realize that it will really hurt at first. But soon after, it’ll make you angry and you’ll stay that way for a long, long time. For now, you’ll hold hope, every day, that she’ll change. Wake up and leave him. I wish I was wrong, but it’s better you know this now: she never will. She’s been married to him since she was seventeen. He’s molded her, shaped her into the person she is. Instead of being a mother, she’ll feed you to him like fish food. And he’s a piranha. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">That will kill you. Your “ally” hurt you worse than the person who you thought caused the most damage. But hurt is sometimes good—your eyes will open because of it. You will, slowly, begin to see them for who they are. It’ll be ugly, but it’s necessary. You’ll learn that the conversations with Mom where you plead with her to get out are a waste of your breath. And you’ll be safer, it’ll be easier on you to stop. In case he hears. Or she tells him. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll have no idea how to handle this—the realization that you have no one. Once you’ve seen the truth—the reality. It’ll burn your entire body—like you’re holding yourself over a candle. Looking at their faces, hearing them talk will make you squirm and want to lock yourself in your room. But hang on—keep up the façade that you’re fine. That everything’s okay. That’ll be the only way to keep screaming fights to a minimum. Sooner than you think, you won’t have to hide your feelings or fake anything. It’ll be within reach. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">For now, there’s nothing else you can do—it looks as though it’ll stay that way forever. And I get it. I really do. You’ll see no options. There will be two things that keep you from OD’ing on a bottle of Aleve and endless glasses of cheap, disgusting white wine from Wal-Mart. To take the easy way out. But don’t. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">What you don’t know, what I wish I could tell you now, is that things are going to change and be better than you could ever imagine. You don’t have to believe me. And you probably don’t. But at least keep reading. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">So, those two things you’re immersed in? Throw everything you’ve got into them. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">School. That’s why you’ll have been in college since you were sixteen and will be about to graduate soon. To escape. To hide behind the books. The math you don’t understand—the hours of studying to keep him from bothering you. The American lit class you love—if you can’t have a life, at least you’ll live vicariously through the characters. Education could be the ticket out, you’ll think. In the end, it won’t be. It’ll be something better. But stay in school. It’ll get you to where you’re going.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Writing. You’ll lose yourself in the words and will have found a way to make some money by freelancing. The checks will be handed over (read: taken from you) to Dad, but hey, it keeps a short moment of peace. <i>Very </i></span><span style="color:black">short. He’ll always be watching—making sure you’re working to earn him money. It’ll make writing hard sometimes. But you’ll keep paging through your copy of <i>The Writer’s Market </i></span><span style="color:black">until you have a list of every place possible to submit your work. That’ll make Dad—and you—happy. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll feel lost for a while, though. How could you not? You’ll see no way out. You’ll think you have no control over anything. Don’t beat yourself up for feeling that way. For thinking that because you’re an adult, you should give them the finger and walk out. The truth: you’re nineteen. You’ve moved eleven times. Your father’s had more jobs than that. You’re a product of your circumstance. It’s not easy to admit that—just know that it’s <i>not </i></span><span style="color:black">your fault. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">He’ll drive you to college. He’ll take your mother to the grocery store. The post office. Your brother will not go out. Your house will be on lockdown. The blinds will be drawn. No one will be allowed to talk to the neighbors. You’ll have been homeschooled since you were in eighth grade. You’ll recognize yourself in Cady from <i>Mean Girls</i></span><span style="color:black">;<i> </i></span><span style="color:black">embarrassed about all the things you don’t know and haven’t done. Go easy on yourself. You haven’t had the opportunity to have a life like others’—remember that it was never your choice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><i><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You and your little brother will have never seen <i>The Real World</i></span><span style="color:black"> on MTV<i>.</i></span><span style="color:black"> Or music videos on VH1. The last movie you’ll have seen in theaters will be <i>Pocahontas</i></span><span style="color:black">. There will not have been cable in your house since you were nine because Dad won’t want you getting ideas. Ideas of what normal life could be.<i> </i></span><span style="color:black">But you’re so close to normal. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll never have had a real boyfriend. You’ll never bring friends, the few you’ll have made at college, over because of what they will see: a house that looks as if you’ve just moved in. Even though you’ll have been there for a year. And that’ll be a long time for the Burkhart family. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You feel as though you’ll be moving for the rest of your life. And you will make another move. But this one, I promise, will be the one that changes everything. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Most of your stuff will be in the garage. In boxes. No photographs will make it to the walls. The sparse furniture will provide just enough space for your family to sit. Everyone will be on edge—ready to move—at a moment’s notice if Dad gives the word. No one will know where—it’s always a mystery until the U-Haul arrives. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">He could choose Texas. Or Kentucky. Or Cali. But you’ll be prepared. You have to be. It’s the only life you know. Moving in the middle of the night will be nothing out of the ordinary for your family. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You think this is your life and always will be. Guess what? It won’t. And all of those secrets? They’ll come tumbling out. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Next spring, you’ll turn twenty. You’ll have stopped freelancing and have written a novel. You’ll get an agent. You’ll make a four-book deal. It will sound glamorous to everyone who doesn’t live in your house. Anyone who doesn’t know the paychecks aren’t yours. They’ll support your able-bodied father who won’t work and the mother who allows it to happen and refuses to work. She repeats the sentence that’s burned into your brain. “When I married your father, working wasn’t what I signed up for.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll want to scream this: Guess what, Mom? Supporting my family wasn’t a pressure I signed up for, either. But you won’t. And it’s the right choice. Keep quiet, just a little while longer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">There will be public interest in you because of your book deal. But your secrets will never come up in interviews with the newspaper. You’re told all of your answers better be candy-coated bubble-gum fluff. And they always are. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">But something will happen soon. Something better than the book deal. You’ll meet someone who will become more than your best friend. Your secrets will no longer smother you. You’ll spill them all to her. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll admit what you’ve never told anyone: you’re living in an emotionally abusive, controlling home. Any money you make goes to support your family because your father won’t “let” your mother work. She doesn’t protest and you resent her for it. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">And, the secret you’ve never told a soul—you’ve moved so many times because your father is a con man. His “jobs” are spending hours on the computer finding ways to take money from people and sink them into get-rich-quick schemes that always fail. To take their money and disappear. That’s why he’s always on the move. A man will come to your door with a gun. Meant for Dad. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll make all of these phone calls from your closet or outside, in the corner of your backyard. Your voice will rarely go above a whisper. Your best friend will talk to you—and <i>keep</i></span><span style="color:black"> talking. She’ll build up your confidence that hovers at zero. She’ll convince you that you <i>need </i></span><span style="color:black">to get out. And she’ll help you. You won’t believe her sometimes. You won’t believe that you can get out. But she’ll keep telling you it’s possible. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Listen to her. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">An opportunity will present itself and it’ll be now or never. You’ll fly to Missouri to meet her where you’ll both speak at a writer’s conference. Your father will let you go alone for once. He’ll only concede after endless screaming fights and your threats of not going, so be prepared for the fight of your life. Be careful not to get hit—but push it as far as you can. Use his weakness against him. Play him the way you’ve always been too scared to before. He’ll be blinded by dollar signs—use that. When you do, he’ll let you go. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">The weeks leading up to the conference will be agony, filled with fear, sadness of leaving your brother, and an occasional spurt of hope. Almost every night will be a sleepless one. Know that Tylenol PM and alcohol won’t help you sleep. Every secret phone call will send you into an instant panic attack and, at the same time, her voice will be the only thing that’ll calm you down. Your pink Motorola cell will never leave your side—you live for a text, e-mail or call from her. Keep the phone by your side—she’ll be your greatest distraction and source of comfort. You’ll never have needed anyone more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Be diligent. Pretend you’re the obedient doormat they want you to be just a little while longer. It’ll nearly kill you, I won’t lie. But if you can get through this—you’ll have made it, literally, out the door. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll be terrified of getting caught until you reach the airport. And that’s valid. You’ll even be scared until the plane takes off. Even then, there will be strings like always. If you don’t answer your phone every time he calls—and he’ll call almost every couple of hours—he’ll call the hotel or hop on the next flight. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">But there’s one person you’ll want to see more than anyone. And she’s keeping you alive. Sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But it’s true. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Remember that every hour in the air puts your farther away from them and closer to her. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Your parents will expect to see you again in three days. They won’t know that your best friend’s booked you a New York City bound ticket. Even when you land at the Missouri airport, you’ll be sure he’ll somehow be there. That it’ll be over. But it won’t. He won’t be there. Your anxiety will still be at a ten. But it’s going to lessen. Trust me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">When you find her at the conference and her arms are around you, you’ll know you’ve made the right decision. Doubts will flee from your head. You’ll make it through your presentations—turning on professional author Jessica Burkhart, then you’ll head back to the Missouri airport. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">At the airport, you’ll do two of the most important things you’ll have ever done in your entire life: e-mail your parents and tell them you’re never coming back and why. Then, smash your phone into a million pieces. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">Seconds before you pull out the SIM card, removing any remaining source of contact to them, your text alert will go off. And it’ll be a message you’ll carry with you always. <i>Good shit. </i></span><span style="color:black">Your little brother approves. Almost as if he knew when you hugged him so hard the night before you left that it’d likely be the last time you ever saw him again. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll arrive in New York and, just like the heartbeat of the city, things will happen fast. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll learn the subway. Find an apartment. Keep writing your books. Change your e-mail address. Make zero contact with anyone in your family. Get a prescription for anti-anxiety meds. Smoke a cigarette. Become more comfortable around men. Cut and dye your hair. Stay out ‘till six bar hopping. Learn what love is. Learn that family doesn’t have to be blood. For a while, you’ll still be afraid that you’ll see him on every street corner. But wait it out. It’ll never happen. <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll have the date your life started, 040509, tattooed on your wrist. You’ll also leave the last part of Jessica Burkhart behind. You’ll take your best friend’s middle name as your last name. Jessica Burkhart will become your pen name and Jessica Ashley will be <i>your </i></span><span style="color:black">name. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black">You’ll no longer cower in anyone else’s existence. You’ll become a normal twenty-something who experiments with everything your new life has to offer. Some choices will be right. Others will be wrong. But at least you’ll be making them. You’ll no longer be kept by anyone. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:black"><i>Twenty-four year old Jessica Burkhart (aka Jess Ashley) is the author of the 20-book Canterwood Crest series from Simon & Schuster’s Aladdin MIX. She co-owns Violet & Ruby, a two-person packager and style blog, with her best friend and editor Kate Angelella. Jess’ YA verse novel, KEPT, is based on the above essay and has a proposal ready for submission. Visit her online at <a href="http://www.jessicaburkhart.com">www.jessicaburkhart.com</a>. Check out Violet & Ruby at <a href="http://violetandruby.blogspot.com">http://violetandruby.blogspot.com</a>.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-13414871909759272011-03-19T10:41:00.004-04:002011-03-19T10:51:26.016-04:00DoubtsFueled with Bigelow's French Vanilla Black tea, cereal and am ready to kick off the weekend writing! I'm excited to attempt to get a huge chunk of INITIATION done.<br /><br />I'm also a little sidetracked. I had a moment of panic yesterday that I talked to K about. I almost e-mailed Miranda of Dear Teen Me, asking her to pull my essay and promising to write another--on a different topic. But I pushed through the panic and K talked me through the fact that I needed to remember why I'd written the piece and if I hadn't been ready--the words wouldn't have come out on the page. It would have been too much to handle and I would have been frozen. That happened last year when I tried to work on KEPT. I could only get to a certain point before it was too much and I'd have to stop.<br /><br />I think I'm past that now. Or, at least, it's getting easier to handle.<br /><br />I'm hoping my essay for Dear Teen Me will be the piece that gets attention for KEPT. I'm thinking about submitting the piece to a certain literary journal or a magazine for it to get even more attention. I'm also going to add a link to it on my PM page.<br /><br />I'm ready to get KEPT in the hands of an agent/editor and, hopefully, the DTM essay will be the piece to get people interested in my YA work.<br /><br />Off to write! Happy weekend to all! Anyone else writing? Revising? Reading?Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-38859168038033860782011-03-16T19:39:00.003-04:002011-03-16T19:56:56.817-04:00Dear Teen Me is turned in<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UF1iP1fcfIASgCpRZQ0Np3rUAt3hhjq1FfIzd2EMvmMdHj1eczwhswxJ6g1WCvjfTp-Of-IjoL0bWxeRplRkDDsbp58y6rK0gBMrJYGhMYV2OFgMKIY3plfxZXeg4FMFojZ-KLxCOumm/s1600/DTM+image.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UF1iP1fcfIASgCpRZQ0Np3rUAt3hhjq1FfIzd2EMvmMdHj1eczwhswxJ6g1WCvjfTp-Of-IjoL0bWxeRplRkDDsbp58y6rK0gBMrJYGhMYV2OFgMKIY3plfxZXeg4FMFojZ-KLxCOumm/s320/DTM+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584827018900871954" border="0" /></a><br />I just sent it off to Miranda a few minutes ago. I wrote it a couple of nights ago, listening to my iPod around 2am. The thing I'd been TERRIFIED of came flooding out on the page. The essay is supposed to be fairly short, and I kept that in mind, but I could have gone on for many more pages.<br /><br />That's why I'm glad I have KEPT--my semiautobiographical YA novel in verse. It's ready to be subbed--I've got 40 pages and a synopsis. I was scared to submit it to anyone--afraid of what people would think when they learned the real truth behind the pink-loving, sparkly Jessica Burkhart who writes the fun Canterwood Crest series. I'm unagented, so if anyone reads my essay when it goes live on March 23 and thinks my verse novel might be worth a look to their editor, please let me know.<br /><br />Kate read my essay for <a href="http://www.dearteenme.com">Dear Teen Me</a> and helped me take it where it needed to go. She never pushed for it to be more than I could handle--she's my best friend and she knows my limits on what I can think about from my past. But she edited it and pointed out places where I could improve. She reminded me that the point of DTM is to write a letter to your teen self and I needed to write more encouragement into my essay. I did and, with that, it was ready to go to Miranda along with four photos that fit the theme.<br /><br />Kate's beside me, but I want to thank her publicly for all she does to help me as a writer--not just as my Canterwood editor but as a teacher in a non-instructor-y way. If you're looking for a freelance editor (formerly of Simon & Schuster and has references) who loves what she does and will give your work her utmost attention and the best edit letter you'll <span style="font-style: italic;">ever </span>receive (I'm not just BS'ing you, I promise.), send Kate an e-mail at kate AT kateangelella DOT com. Her Website is <a href="http://www.kateangelella.com">www.KateAngelella.com.</a> She's worked with fab commercial authors such as Lauren Barnholdt and award-winners like Kekla Magoon. Again, Kate Angelella is *the* best freelancer with reasonable rates that you'll ever find--I'd bet my series on it.<br /><br />March 23. Ready or not. It's coming.Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-72191646618280878932011-03-06T02:37:00.003-05:002011-03-06T02:54:25.896-05:00Hung up on Dear Teen Me essayAfter eavesdropping (true fact!) on a Twitter exchange between my lovely friend Saundra Mitchell and a new Twitter acquaintance, Sara Megibow, I learned about DearTeenMe.com. I was so excited that I e-mailed one of the founders, Miranda, and found myself with a slot slated for March 23. <div><br /></div><div>Yay!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll be writing a letter to my teen self. When I got the "yes," I was like, "Okay! I know exactly what I'm writing about. Topic done. Now I've just gotta pen it."</div><div><br /></div><div>I opened Word the same day and wrote the first three lines. Totally happy with it, I thought. Then I froze. I just sat there, staring at those lines and feeling something wasn't right. I KNEW my topic. It was my story--I didn't have to come up with a plot or characters. What was the problem?</div><div><br /></div><div>I mulled over it for a couple of days and was unable to bring myself back to open the Dear Teen Me by Jessica Burkhart document. Finally, I did what I should have done when I got stuck. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me: So, this Dear Teen Me essay. Something's wrong. I was going to take the easy route. And I still can, but--</div><div><br /></div><div>Kate: Don't take that route. Don't tell the "I had back surgery at thirteen, started writing and got a book deal story." You know that's not the story you really want to write. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me: (Long pause.) I know. I know what I want to write. But I'm scared. It's scary! Part of it is from Sekrit YA Project. If I blog part of it now it'll be . . . out there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Kate: It will. But think about how many teens you might reach who are going through that very same thing. Think if you could help just one of them by writing what you've already written in Sekrit YA Project.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: You're right. I'm going to do it. It's still scary.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kate: It's okay that it's scary. It wouldn't be worth telling otherwise. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so, I've got a Dear Teen Me essay due just before March 23. I haven't started it yet. I know all of the words. Exactly what I want to say and where I'm going to go. But I have to be in the right mood to write the piece. And, honestly, I'm not ready. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will be on a rainy day like tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will be late, late one night when everyone's asleep and I'm on the couch with a soft light on curled up with a blanket. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will early one weekend morning when no one's awake and the apartment is silent. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will when I'm surrounded by people on the couch and a fave TV show is on. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I will when I'm just ready. And that'll come before March 23 because it's important to me and because I'm ready to give everyone a peek, no matter how tiny, at Sekrit YA Project. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div>Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-25570137720317498232011-01-07T09:02:00.003-05:002011-01-07T09:26:31.795-05:00A week in BlackBerry pix<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRy9Puj6awKKnFAk1SwXCdHSl6Z139xsc6b_Db7SWYchUCuLXEHjp7vF3VcQONlOpR9EzVxEPfRGwcg7CmJVDic4vJ3kbCJn70SkGRlPHgf7uR_5YvcOrPoO8QcCVVu17D96Re9ysIL4Z/s1600/IMG00116-20110107-0841.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRy9Puj6awKKnFAk1SwXCdHSl6Z139xsc6b_Db7SWYchUCuLXEHjp7vF3VcQONlOpR9EzVxEPfRGwcg7CmJVDic4vJ3kbCJn70SkGRlPHgf7uR_5YvcOrPoO8QcCVVu17D96Re9ysIL4Z/s320/IMG00116-20110107-0841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447407729098210" border="0" /></a><br />Today, Bailey in the window watching the snow.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-bXJ_HfctOw64eg_aRJLXlRp0jcx0cFXC6nb7FU-7w3sZdp68Oc9aHVYKdy0o5TTswHp6lsc2ll5SaJjjQ6_8DSgIbUGMDA_Qdx0DqTO-qCE6fmkRqmqCPf6RelZ_r3aWkDjsD0bsszK/s1600/IMG00099-20110104-2030.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-bXJ_HfctOw64eg_aRJLXlRp0jcx0cFXC6nb7FU-7w3sZdp68Oc9aHVYKdy0o5TTswHp6lsc2ll5SaJjjQ6_8DSgIbUGMDA_Qdx0DqTO-qCE6fmkRqmqCPf6RelZ_r3aWkDjsD0bsszK/s320/IMG00099-20110104-2030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447410287144722" border="0" /></a><br />Bailey in her pink blanket.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWONWkFqBb68c1CIjqoq4hA9nCTvfJ2hXN_XlHlmwrX979Kc7Kj_9Dmsx1ZCr04xrx1UUyAUUCcTOPkV7iLYvK_3BwatCKPm5S5qSutzvpn46LkuDzuj9j_3Wm0t5WcIrAU6lhAy-sU36/s1600/IMG00096-20101231-2311.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWONWkFqBb68c1CIjqoq4hA9nCTvfJ2hXN_XlHlmwrX979Kc7Kj_9Dmsx1ZCr04xrx1UUyAUUCcTOPkV7iLYvK_3BwatCKPm5S5qSutzvpn46LkuDzuj9j_3Wm0t5WcIrAU6lhAy-sU36/s320/IMG00096-20101231-2311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447404803006146" border="0" /></a><br />Manis with K<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppCNKdYmX0bICa6_YMrM4xPXKUxW7AJ0xxFNW1XaYGlua2rPmK3Jg-MfCA2IiYj_wSBYNMzQDwjo5M5RlOPUb1qV2hMcp1OSCGbLWBDOLR2PnZicaqiE9cldbnvOVPA5O2vvPJsJmVRHf/s1600/IMG00093-20101227-1549.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjppCNKdYmX0bICa6_YMrM4xPXKUxW7AJ0xxFNW1XaYGlua2rPmK3Jg-MfCA2IiYj_wSBYNMzQDwjo5M5RlOPUb1qV2hMcp1OSCGbLWBDOLR2PnZicaqiE9cldbnvOVPA5O2vvPJsJmVRHf/s320/IMG00093-20101227-1549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447261026122674" border="0" /></a><br />7th Avenue during Brooklyn Blizzard #1<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRBq_9XkydXbuXvt99DJNSHAEtEsjyrIJsgYS3a7jynWmw4XxEGyPfFWoWhNvz6fE1-LW_5d8hxxWc3EMTB8kNSQQzx44zidzXJfFfKVeZswTQl3oBPTCg0HH0kJo5Lv-psO0eUnQ99t-/s1600/IMG00092-20101227-1545.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRBq_9XkydXbuXvt99DJNSHAEtEsjyrIJsgYS3a7jynWmw4XxEGyPfFWoWhNvz6fE1-LW_5d8hxxWc3EMTB8kNSQQzx44zidzXJfFfKVeZswTQl3oBPTCg0HH0kJo5Lv-psO0eUnQ99t-/s320/IMG00092-20101227-1545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447258548737218" border="0" /></a><br />Ditto<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE89ICMSFoay1UK6BwgoyEpwR3mnYqmURDissd0etaTa6bcui4hHI_qUzUj6oY4hx5XGY4feixjcZErjg775hvuNovTookJ0c5npaoA2SPoou8pPzMcX8xsvqypIrAIvSbkC5QlIWncmrt/s1600/IMG00091-20101227-1545.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE89ICMSFoay1UK6BwgoyEpwR3mnYqmURDissd0etaTa6bcui4hHI_qUzUj6oY4hx5XGY4feixjcZErjg775hvuNovTookJ0c5npaoA2SPoou8pPzMcX8xsvqypIrAIvSbkC5QlIWncmrt/s320/IMG00091-20101227-1545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447255740635890" border="0" /></a><br />I climbed several of those piles . . .<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeeqdWMiXTPdPGoYrr0qJp9F0I7IsoufO2ZzqeDQmudBSaHPCJQxVnF8QYaGwfabPW3_YrFUysaenIvbhVyETPrMJf7tW9K3HuuheAunyYuM87bwcr4jwzlvLPDdg1WihtwrLyQDLKr7h/s1600/IMG00090-20101227-1527.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQeeqdWMiXTPdPGoYrr0qJp9F0I7IsoufO2ZzqeDQmudBSaHPCJQxVnF8QYaGwfabPW3_YrFUysaenIvbhVyETPrMJf7tW9K3HuuheAunyYuM87bwcr4jwzlvLPDdg1WihtwrLyQDLKr7h/s320/IMG00090-20101227-1527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447250260762962" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty, though.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13WzlJmsM4D_XGX7yMXrsZxtuRt41reNspIISLM1On8d1gIJ7h8aHQDCGi-kL8HYsLL39k6X6LEo_wGM9DUjVc59Hj7LoqQ_JIBki-1nxFwFpDNTC6HF0805JYleepOyNk2t7p4Eypr4J/s1600/IMG00089-20101227-1527.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg13WzlJmsM4D_XGX7yMXrsZxtuRt41reNspIISLM1On8d1gIJ7h8aHQDCGi-kL8HYsLL39k6X6LEo_wGM9DUjVc59Hj7LoqQ_JIBki-1nxFwFpDNTC6HF0805JYleepOyNk2t7p4Eypr4J/s320/IMG00089-20101227-1527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559447250683420722" border="0" /></a><br />Stuck car.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">All of these pics are on my Twitter, so sorry if you've seen them twice.<br /><br />Incredibly tough, painful and disheartening aren't even strong enough to explain the past couple of weeks. There was a lot of bad. A <span style="font-style: italic;">lot</span>. But in those moments, of utter darkness when you're on the brink of falling off the edge, someone pulls you back and you do the same for the other person. You see the rawest, deepest parts of people that are so intimate it can only serve to tighten bonds. You see what people are made of. Or who they really are.<br /><br />I'm throwing myself into work during the day and spending every other free second with K. Things had to happen to get me fired up about blowing through several work projects--and I'm setting the Excel sheets, readying the Word docs and prepping my hand brace for a work out of epic proportions.<br /><br />When things go wrong, I've always done <span style="font-style: italic;">one </span>thing--the thing I'm good at--work. It's the solution to many problems.<br /></div></div>Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-65999666700090061302011-01-02T22:10:00.001-05:002011-01-02T22:12:03.846-05:00Kate and J.R. Angelella's blog is live!Cross posting from my tween blog:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPOeyEqgTTx2OVEuAbq9rWdF4R0SSLDmVDW4HwWIYBw70onOUnIuM5HkFTxP2PNbZH8K2tzplBxm_NrC1v08VmoTm_QXYRAYSxMN5fKn9biE0qXKGITK5SVjGbWcnjpre2IPD801lOerY/s1600/kate+and+ross+angelella.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPOeyEqgTTx2OVEuAbq9rWdF4R0SSLDmVDW4HwWIYBw70onOUnIuM5HkFTxP2PNbZH8K2tzplBxm_NrC1v08VmoTm_QXYRAYSxMN5fKn9biE0qXKGITK5SVjGbWcnjpre2IPD801lOerY/s320/kate+and+ross+angelella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557785448272979810" border="0" /></a>This is the blog of 2011, guys! (Tweens, this is YA content, FYI . . .) <a href="http://www.twitter.com/kateangelella">Kate </a>and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/jrangelella">Ross </a>started their <a href="http://kateandjrangelella.blogspot.com/">blog </a>for their two books (Crossed and Cursed) from Sourcebooks' FIRE imprint. The first debuts in spring 2012!<br /><br />Go check it out--it's amazing and it's going to be so cool to follow <a href="http://www.twitter.com/kandjrangelella">them </a>from sale to publication. For Team Canterwood, go show <a href="http://www.twitter.com/editork">Editor K</a> some sparkles and comment to say hi! :)Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-77670126998154609512010-12-24T17:04:00.003-05:002010-12-24T17:04:26.100-05:00Happy Christmas!Hope you're all spending the day with loved ones! See you in the New Year! :)Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-28476107114976251542010-11-05T18:57:00.005-04:002010-11-05T19:12:57.368-04:00Late start to NaNo--kind of . . .Well, I'll be getting a late start, anyway. I took off the first week of Nov so I'll probably start writing NaNo-style on Monday. I'm not officially doing NaNo, but that's kind of how I write with my deadlines so I'll be writing in crazy-mode along with all of the NaNo participants. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>Take the Reins was my first novel and it was a NaNoNovel, which makes me superproud to be part of the NaNo crowd. A lot of people don't like fast drafting and hey, whatever works, but it does for me and I love the spreadsheets and the thrill of getting the words down on the page to meet my (and my editor's!) deadlines. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>I'll be working on CHOSEN--the Canterwood super special. It'll keep me from looking at my BlackBerry every 5 seconds to see if I've got a response to an exclusive that I sent to an agent. It's the first and only query then requested sub I've sent since Agent #1, so I'm anxious/excited/curious, etc., to be out in the field again. The type of novel I subbed is VERY different from Canterwood, so that's fun and challenging at the same time. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>With Canterwood not on a bi-monthly schedule for the new set of books (after Chosen, anyway it'll leave me time to work on developing proposals for the YA ideas that I have. I still want to write tween books and will continue to do so if I'm lucky enough, but I also want to do YA. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><br /></span></div><div>Personally, things have been incredibly busy/stressful with life stuff, but I'm hopeful for a turn around for someone I love very soon. The events of the past few months have definitely put perspective and priorities in place for me and I never want to go back to the person I had been--the 24/7 workaholic. I *love* what I do, but personal issues have shed serious light on what's really important to me and I needed a better balance between work and doing things for/with people I care about. </div><div><br /></div><div>ANYWAY . . . what's everyone reading? I just started ASH by Malindo Lo. Loving it so far! Share what you're reading!</div><div><br /></div><div>PS: Team Canterwood, if you're reading this post, the e-mail address for Jess Ashley is for YA only related projects, so keep emailing me at jess_burkhart AT hotmail DOT com. Thanks! :)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div>Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-20802745872652514942010-10-24T12:11:00.003-04:002010-10-24T12:14:17.923-04:00BlackBerry Bold hates HotmailAfter well over 5 hours of trying to get my BlackBerry Bold 9700 to synch with Hotmail--I think I'm down to 2 options. Either pay to upgrade Hotmail ($20 a year), which I'd do, OR get a new Gmail account. I tried EVERYTHING and even the folks at Crackberry are at a loss. I did email AT&T and am waiting to hear from them.<br /><br />BUT<br /><br />I chose the latter because it'll be a Jessica Ashley email. :) Plus, I've had my old email since 2003 and it's time to change it up.<br /><br />Waiting for everything to synch up--Gmail said it could take 2 days and we'll see from there.<br /><br />But, otherwise, I <333 my phone!Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-26113153126969695832010-10-09T19:06:00.001-04:002010-10-09T19:07:29.482-04:00Time offTaking time off for a bit. Back to updates soon!<br /><br />xoxoJessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-54230086248137442312010-09-24T19:06:00.002-04:002010-09-24T19:09:26.529-04:00Query #1 is out!Busy with Canterwood deadline all weekend, BUT did do something exciting on the YA front on Monday. I sent out my first query! Just one to test the waters and now all I can do is wait. But I barely have time to think about the waiting since everything else is so busy--personally and with writing.<br /><br />Fingers crossed, though, on this query! *wants a four-leaf clover*Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-27649287651826379002010-09-19T13:43:00.001-04:002010-09-19T13:44:06.153-04:00And it's agent query time!(Cross posting from my other blog because Jessica Ashley's really the one querying...)<br /><br />Wrote my first agent query letter last night since, well, 2006 and it's going to need some tweaking before it's ready to go out. Exciting, though! Got my agent list set and plan to query soon. Crossing my fingers!Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-68763861761794674262010-09-04T10:00:00.002-04:002010-09-04T10:03:09.090-04:00Jessica Ashley is Jessica Burkhart :)Made the official announcement on my other <a href="http://jessicaburkhart.blogspot.com">blog </a>that Jessica Burkhart is my pen name. I thought it was definitely time to start connecting my real name to my pseudonym. I'm starting to get farther along in the YA proposal process and will likely start the agent search soon.<br /><br />Yay for linking names! Finally! :)Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-30886785506982638322010-06-02T21:24:00.004-04:002010-06-02T21:28:23.640-04:00Playing with an outline . . .in my head for the new YA. Did a little research and the topic <span style="font-style: italic;">so far </span>hasn't appeared in YA lit. But it could pop up in Publisher's Lunch tomorrow, so I'm hoping to get an outline down when I've turned in my next tween book.<br /><br />It's fun to have a shot at switching between tween and YA. Both are so different and I can't see myself doing just one. There's something I love about both age groups. :)Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542062201790560099.post-58464747640049564332010-05-29T11:45:00.003-04:002010-05-29T11:49:18.689-04:00it's not called brainstormingHad a great in the moment conversation with BFF about co-writing a YA idea that needs serious work, but has what we think is awesome potential. I *love* those moments when you're not even trying to come up with ideas, but you're talking about random things and it just turns into a 20 minute conversation that leave both people feeling excited about the possibilities. This particular idea is something I've been kicking around in the back of my head for a year or more. I feel it in my gut that, with work, this might make something worth proposing to my house. *excited*Jessica Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03381819594374698107noreply@blogger.com0