Dear Miss Snark:
Wouldn't any kid like to stumble upon the truth -- that magic and the supernatural not only exist, but are a way of life? That's exactly what happens in my 101,000-word young adult novel "The Thaumaturgical Three." Two brothers and the girl they both adore for different reasons collect on their mystical inheritance -- the knowledge of the reality-bending art called "thaumaturgy" -- just in time to save the world.
This adventure eschews the usual fantasy worlds of castles and caves, keeping the action in the suburbs and schools where kids live. Timmy and Josh Random, typical bickering brothers, uncover their late mother's tools and talent for magic (as well as her talking dog). Cassandra Connor is the beautiful girl next door who's more than she seems. Life is good in their home town of Haven -- until Cassandra's mysterious grandfather turns up with plans to unleash an ancient evil. Can three novice thaumaturgists stop him? Despite interference from school bullies, all manner of supernatural creatures and their own personal problems -- such as Cassandra turning into a demon -- eventually they triumph.
I'm a 14-year veteran writer, editor and journalist in the computer publishing business. By day I write about wireless networking and other technology; by night (and most mornings) I create fiction, usually crime, science fiction and fantasy. I've plotted story arcs for "The Thaumaturgical Three" through two more novels, and hopefully, beyond.
Enclosed, you'll find the first page of the novel which I hope you'll soon be representing. Thank you for your consideration.
Yowza baby, I'm sending KY to the bodega for snax, keep him occupado so I can read.
Later, when Joshua Random thought back, he knew things began on that first day of school, the day he found the bathtub filled with thick, dark chocolate pudding.
It began, like many such situations do, with a call to a higher power.
"Dad!" Josh yelled down the corridor. At the same time, he banged a fist on the bathroom door. He stage whispered to the occupant, "Open this door now, Timmy, or I'll take it off the hinges to get to you."
Josh heard a snort inside. His younger brother said, "The hinges are on this side, so good luck with that."
Josh's forehead knotted with the boiling anger that only a younger sibling can generate. He pounded again on the door, yelling, "Daaaad!"
From inside came low muttering. Josh felt a rush of warm air on his feet from under the door. A sickly sweet scent hit his nostrils.
"What is that smell?" Josh said.
"Well, it is a bathroom, son," said his father, Richard. As usual, a toothy, goofy smile split his well-trimmed beard in half, the kind of grin that comes after winding down from a hearty laugh. Richard had not truly laughed in months, a fact he thought his sons hadn't noticed. He was wrong.
"I think he's setting fires in there," Josh said.
"I doubt that, but if he is, at least he's near water."
Richard liked to joke a lot, but seldom struck the funny bone.
"Whatever he's doing, he's doing it on my bathroom time!" Josh punctuated the last three words with three punches to the heavy wooden door.
Richard stepped to the door and said, "Timmy? Son? Everything okey-dokey in there?"
All was silent. Josh, in only the gym shorts he wore for pajamas, crossed his hands over his chest, his posture screaming, "See, the kid is up to something!" If anything, his father's smile grew. He started to say Timmy's's name again but then the door opened wide.
Nine-year-old Timmy had dressed for his first day of fifth grade in his new school clothes, purchased at the mall the weekend before -- clothes so new the blue jeans had a crease in the denim. The pants were baggy on him, but that's how he liked them, and he was even happier to find them cargo-style, with multiple pockets up and down the legs. Most of them were full to bulging.
"There's my little man. What were you up to in there?" Even the smile couldn't hide a touch of suspicion in Richard's voice.
"Nothing. Just, uh... reading." Timmy held up a thick paperback book.
"Ah, well, there you go Josh. Can't complain about that, can we?" Richard thought any reading at any time, from a comic strip up to 'War and Peace' worthy of equal praise.
This is all that and a bag of chips.