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ASPEN by Rebekah Crane
In the next instant, her life changed forever.
Aspen doesn't want to remember the devastating car accident that
killed Katelyn Ryan, a sleek-haired popular soccer player. But forgetting is
hard-- because Katelyn may have died -- but she didn't leave. Her ghost is
following Aspen around, and heading into senior year, it's kind of a problem.
Especially when Katelyn's gorgeous former boyfriend Ben appears to be the only
person at school with a clue as to how Aspen feels.
Popularity, college, Homecoming Court, hot guys - none of these
things ever mattered to Aspen. She's been busy trying to rein in her giant mass
of blonde curls, keep her stoner mother Ninny away from Toaster, her mom's
awful bongo drumming boyfriend, and prevent her best friends Kim and Cass from
killing - or kissing - one another. But with Ben sitting next to her in Physics
looking all too gorgeous, Katelyn's spirit dogging her steps, and her obsessive
snow-globe collecting therapist begging her to remember all the things she
wants to forget, Aspen is thrust into a vivid, challenging world she can't
control … and doesn't want to.
A darkly
funny, emotionally gripping story of opening up, letting go, and moving on, ASPEN
is about the best-worst accident of your life ... and what comes next.
Video...
Guest Post...
by Rebekah Crane
Check your ego at the
door
I’m a yogi. If you ever meet me in person, I’ll probably
tell you about energy and enlightenment and how anyone can do a handstand with
diligent practice, even my mom. I wasn’t always a yogi. In fact, I didn’t get
into yoga until I started writing.
Thinking about it, I’ve realized writing and yoga go hand in
hand.
A familiar phrase you’ll hear if you ever frequent a yoga
studio is “check your ego at the door.” As yogis we try to come to our mats
without expectation. We practice poses knowing that some days we will be
well-balanced and others we might fall on our faces.
It’s a practice—one that some days can be difficult. Just
like writing.
Let’s say for instance, you’re in a class and the person
next to you rocks out the most beautiful headstand you’ve ever seen. It’s
controlled. It’s fluid. She looks like she was born to be upside-down. You now need to do a headstand. If she can do
it, you can do it. You get set up in the pose. Your blood is pumping. But you
remind yourself, if she can do it, you can do it. You throw your legs up into
the air ready to rock your headstand and… splat! You end up flat on your back
with a bruised ass.
Check your ego at the door.
You only have to fall victim to an overactive ego once to
know what that phrase really means.
The same goes for writing.
Four years ago, I wrote my first book and sent it to my
friend. She read it and told me it was the best book she’d read in years. That
book was rejected over 100 times. It sits on my computer to this day.
Check your ego at the door.
How many of us have uttered something similar to, “That book is a best seller?! Anyone
could write that crap.”
Check your ego at the door.
Or how about, “To be a real
author you need to be traditionally published?”
Check your ego at the door.
I’ve found that the most endearing, most energetic, the most
successful writers I’ve met have somewhere along the way checked their ego at
the door. They’ve realized that all people come to success differently, that
people define success differently, that people process success differently.
A.S. King has eight manuscripts sitting in her attic—books
that never got picked up. Kathryn Stockett’s novel The Help (I think we all know that book) was rejected over 60 times.
My novel, Aspen, took seven drafts to
become the book it is today.
Check your ego at the door.
So after falling on your face, you’re back in your yoga
class. You didn’t let humiliation get you down. Instead, you decided to
practice. You watched the teacher closely, listened to her, breathed into
difficult moments and took a step back when you were about to go too far. And
in return, you felt your body get stronger, your mind expand, your balance
improve, your heart radiate. Because you’ve practiced, without ego, without
ridiculous expectation.
John Green said the best way to market a book is to put it
into as many hands as possible and hope they like it. Hope.
I wrote a book called Aspen.
I am thankful for every single reader, for every single person who joins my
journey.
I hope they like
my story.
Namaste.
Giveaway...
One winner will receive a signed copy of ASPEN, an ebook of PLAYING NICE, and $10 Amazon gift card (US only). Five winners will receive an ebook copy of ASPEN (international).
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Rebekah Crane fell in love with YA literature while
studying Secondary English Education at Ohio University. After having two kids,
living in six different cities, and finally settling down in the foothills of
her beloved Rocky Mountains, her first novel, PLAYING NICE, was published.
ASPEN, her second YA novel, set in Boulder, CO, is due to release in summer
2014 from In This Together Media. She now spends her day carpooling kids or
tucked behind a laptop at 7,500 ft high in the Rockies, where the altitude only
enhances the experience.
I would be excited to read Aspen for it's emotional content, sounds like a great read.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda! I hope you enjoy the book! I absolutely loved writing it.
Deletelove finding new to me authors!
ReplyDeleteI love being found! :)
DeleteGreat advice to everyone who's trying to break into a new field.
ReplyDeleteI lived in the Rockies too, for more than 20 years. Pretty, but cold in the winter. Now I live at the sub-tropical seashore, much warmer.
Yes... we can get some winter weather that's for sure. But after being here, I'm not sure I could ever be away from the mountains. I'm glad you found my post helpful, Carl!
DeleteI think to be discovered you need to diversify. Be bold & brave. Pave the way.
ReplyDeleteVery cool post! I enjoy yoga, on the beginner basis, so I found it to be so interesting. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteGreat guest post. This was a fun book.
ReplyDeleteAnother Aspen giveaway? Can't wait to read!
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