Distill ninety thousand words into a captivating synopsis. Go!

Have you ever read the dust cover of a novel and thought, “Oh WOW!  I need to get this!”

I have had that thought over the years, (My book collection is enormous.  Thank goodness for e-books.) but I couldn’t tell you one of them now.  I could probably go through my book collection, but would I still have that same AHA moment?  Maybe not.

So, this is my challenge, to come up with a blurb that gives people the AHA moment.  (And suddenly I have 80’s soft rock in my head.)  I have written three possible blurbs, and if you would, take a moment and peruse.  Then vote on your favorite.

I’d love to get your feedback!

Blurb 1

Two thousand years in the future finds humankind among the stars. Cultures have risen, fallen, and risen again, leaving each planet humanity colonizes inheriting a blend of beliefs. Nobles keep slaves on planet Kalix, while on gentle Caserne the law strictly forbids any human owning another, and education is valued above all. As the nobles pit themselves against the republic, a few brave souls take it upon themselves to free slaves via an Underground Railroad. Their plans crumble as they run into a trap, and must run with who they could save or be blasted from the stars. Now they’re about to make the long journey home, knowing that a dangerous enemy is stalking them through the void of space.

Blurb 2

Syrah Ceballos has a ship and a plan. All she needs now is a captain crazy enough to follow through. Aurora Osha thought she would never fly again after being drummed out of the Navy. Spearheading an Underground Railroad to rescue slaves from intolerable conditions isn’t easy, but somebody’s got to do it. Adding to the list of problems, Syrah has made powerful enemies who will stop at nothing to bring her liberators down in a shower of laser fire. Will her strange alien technology and Aurora’s leadership skills be enough to deliver their young slaves to freedom?

Blurb 3

No one accused The Corsican of being a pretty ship. The dray class starship was intended to haul heavy freight through space. Now it’s cargo is much more precious, freed slave children who are in need of a safe home. The Corsican’s holds have been put to good use, housing laser cannons and the extra power to fire them. Just because they’re paranoid doesn’t mean someone’s not out to get them. The ship’s owner has a mysterious past, and her enemies are ready to shoot her out of the sky, once and for all!


The Internet is full of cats.


I’m test driving my new blog.  It has been suggested that since I am endeavoring to become a full time author, that I should share my experience with the world.  It’s the new way to keep up with the Jones.  It’s a lot less expensive than buying a Mercedes, so I’m giving it a try.  After considerable resistance to the idea.

(By the way, that reminds me.  Amanda, I owe you an apology.  I’m sorry.  I should have listened to you earlier.)

I would like to start by saying something insightful and witty, but I have spent the last 6 weeks on a manuscript polishing binge, and just sent it off to my publisher today.  I haven’t quite been reduced to posting a cat with a heart painted on it, but it was a near thing.  I knew that perhaps I was in too deep when I heard someone use passive voice in everyday conversation, and I saw a cursor pop up, delete the offending language, and type in the correct verb tense.

So, where do I start this tale of an epic journey of a writer through her first novel?  Three years ago, of course, when a wise and wonderful friend turned to me and said, “Tina, I want you to write me a story.  I don’t care what it’s about, I just want you to write it.”

Her words galvanized something in me, and I decided to do just that.  In all fairness, however, my husband deserves a lot of credit for this as well.  He had tried for years to get me to commit myself to my passion, but I refused to listen.  He laid the crucial groundwork that got me to the place where I could hear Amanda’s request and respond to it, but it seems terrifically unfair for him to do a lot of the work and get none of the credit.  Unfortunately for him, he’s married to an artist, and we’re fickle.

I knew what I was going to write within days of Amanda’s request.  It sprang into my mind, fully formed, my Athena of previously considered story lines and already developed characters.  Self, I asked myself, can I do this?

Of course I can, I replied.