Our next activity is Pitch Polish! My pitch is for a relatively new story that I wrote (mostly) about 6 months ago, but recently came back to clean up and make pretty. I think I was inspired by school starting on this one!
Title: Extra Special X
Genre: Picture Book
Word Count: 635 words
Author: Tracy Bermeo (me)
Forgotten and on the verge of being lost forever in the dark, dusty world under the refrigerator, the letter X calls for help. Working together and holding on to each other, C-H-A-I and N band together and reach down to help X join the rest of the letters. Through the alphabet’s friendship and encouragement, X learns the value of being surrounded by other letters and creating words, even if she is not the first letter in those words.
This story of how easily one letter can be brushed aside and almost forgotten, but then shown its importance through friends, is the core of my 635 word picture book about how a letter, that often stumps adults, can still find value in the world of words.
For nearly three years, I have written for MyVeronaNJ.com, an online media site where I publish weekly food stories with recipes, book reviews, new business features, and day trips for families. I am also published in the NY Times Motherlode, NJ Family magazine and Ploughshares literary magazine blog.
I’ve included below the first 150 words of Extra Special X, which I hope you’ll enjoy. I appreciate your time and look forward to hearing from you in the coming weeks.
Jack stood at the refrigerator, surrounded by his magnetic letters. He arranged, piled, moved, pushed and pulled to make words.
CAT, TOP, BAT, STOP
He moved his favorite letters, S,M,A,T,R,D,C, and Z into a pile near his hands. The ones he didn’t use so much like U, Q, K, Y, X, and W were moved to the side.
Molly walked up to Jack and ran her hand through the smaller pile off to the side.
“Let’s go outside,” his sister suggested.
“Last one out goes to bed first!” Jack replied, and ran out the door.
The letters stayed on the refrigerator. Well, most of them.
The letters Molly brushed off to the side slid toward the bottom. Falling, slipping, sliding, farther down the refrigerator they went.
“Can someone help me down here?” called a small voice. “It’s dusty, dirty, and getting dark. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
Thanks so much for reading, and any constructive and helpful criticism is welcome!