Roxanne Ocasio (querying!)

The Fib wishes everyone a safe and happy Halloween tomorrow!

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And now I’m rooting for the Blue Jays. YIKES.

I haven’t posted here in a while because LIFE.

I am alive. Sort of. As much as anyone can be in this timeline.

Independence Day is canceled this year.

If you’re celebrating, we see you.

I refer back to this video OFTEN.

Me: *finishes reading The Ashfire King*

Me: *screams at ceiling*

Image of text: “I imagine they didn’t tell you much about their time abroad when you were a girl. Coño, I don’t imagine these two know much about it either.” Silva leaned his forearm on the table, setting his fork at the edge of his plate. “I’m from some campo town just outside of Jumacao, and volunteered for the navy as soon as I was old enough. I rose to captain quickly because my superior officers kept getting themselves killed, and wound up encountering Lady Amelia when she and your father were cruising the oceans, just before the first invasion of Avonyr. Suffice to say after she kicked my culo a handful of times, stole from ships I was supposed to protect, and made me look a fool in front of king and country, I decided to fake my own death to escape the embarrassment.” He snorted, refilling Victoria’s cup and then his. “I respected them because they fought with honor. When bochinche spread about what they were doing, I brought Joanna with me to come support their cause.”

Today’s #WIPSnips prompt is “after”; here’s a story within the WIP that might become a prequel 👀:

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MAGAts: Buy American made!

Their dude: *does this*

Y’all remember those breaches of national security…

Image of text: Victoria switched to her native tongue. “Why do you speak our language?”             “We are all from the same place,” he said, answering in kind. “A country called Borinquera, which is not of this realm. The language we speak therefore is not Spanish, as it is called here, but Borinqueran.” She touched the pendant around her neck, tracing her thumb over the engraving. “That’s impossible. I would remember—”             “Do you remember anything before you were seventeen?”             “No. How…?” Her eyes widened, her lower lip trembling slightly. “There are pieces of things, but my abuela told me they were dreams. That I read too many books, that I…” She wrapped her arms around her torso, rubbing one forearm. “That a car accident had taken my memory from me. That’s not true, is it?”

Today’s #WIPSnips prompt is “over”; SEND ME ON AN ADVENTURE is a big mood:

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I think I’m going to write today.

*opens email to rejection letter*

Hmm. Maybe I’ll read. 😭

Image of text: “I had to step in last week.” Elliot picked up his cup. “They nearly arrested me.” “You shouldn’t…” Victoria sighed loudly and looked at the ceiling. “They’ll shoot you, you know. The only reason I can talk them out of it is…” She hesitated, her hand on her cup. The obvious reason—their difference in skin color—wasn’t actually how she managed to avoid getting arrested herself. The discovery of her power to control had been an accident; years ago, when the school had a colonizer’s name, Joanna had been cornered by a bully. Girls with strange accents and even stranger mannerisms were obvious targets. But while Victoria had confessed to her cousin that she could control people with a glance—and move things with her mind, she later discovered—she hadn’t dared to tell their strict, religious abuela. Nor did she intend to tell anyone else, no matter how trustworthy or kind or handsome they seemed to be. “I can talk my way out of it because the cops just assume I’m Italian and I wave my teacher ID around. You though—you probably shouldn’t get involved, for obvious reasons.”

Today’s #WIPSnips prompt is “cup” and they drink A LOT in the new WIP:

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All day, my brain: I don’t feel like writing.

The minute I go to bed, my brain: Let’s discuss chapter 14…

Listen, the ball belongs to Jarrett Allen. Everyone else is just borrowing it...if he lets them. #Cavs #LetEmKnow

My heart is going so hard, I’ll have to read for an hour before I can go to bed. #Cavs

For the love of God, someone get this ref some glasses. #Cavs #LetEmKnow

People who bought a Tesla *before* all this 🙄, you already knew what you were supporting.

Stayed up way too late on a work night to read The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah. I’m not even done!

Then all my dreams wound up about fantasy political intrigue. Go figure.

Steve Kerr wore a Harvard basketball shirt after the Warriors’ win tonight: “Yes, this is me supporting Harvard. Way to go. Way to stand up to the bully.”

I am currently querying this novel!!

Not remotely upset by that.

Got my first rejection on my manuscript today. The first one always sucks, doesn’t it?

Encouragement appreciated.

IMO, Luka Dončić seems like a pretty decent dude, and the Mavs absolutely did him dirty. Peak healthy masculinity, unafraid to show emotion.

My partner and I had a VERY intense game of Scrabble. We’re both writers. 😅

Image of text: The agent shook his head. “Are you hungry? I was thinking of crossing the street and getting some breakfast. My treat, since I was an ass to you.” Bianca shook her head. “As good as food sounds, I really have to get back.” “Oh, come on, I’m sure all you have to do is bat your eyelashes at your boss and he says yes.” Murphy walked back around his car and began to fill his gas tank. “What’s a couple more hours going to do? You have your work stuff, right?” “I really should go.” “I’ll even call your boss, if you want. Say it was official business.” Bianca removed the gas pump from the car. “Okay fine, but please don’t call my boss.”

Today’s #WIPSnips prompt is “official” and I’m officially querying this novel as of today:

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Watch while standing: Move around to meet your stand goal.

Watch while sitting: YOU DID IT!

My watch is having as much of a crisis as I am.

Wtf are they on now?

Image of text: He removed his trench coat, then slowly the body armor, strap by strap. Something oddly familiar in all of it, as if she had lived this scene before. The knot in Bianca’s chest anchored her to the spot where she stood, amidst her red cape, like a pool of blood. “What happened to [spoiler]?” she asked, out of breath. “Is he dead?”

Back for today’s #WIPSnips prompt, “scene”; taking this one from the novel I’m about to query:

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I’m tired. We’re all tired.

Still we fight. Still we shout.

I don’t know if there was a point to this, except to say I’m still here. I’m still writing. I’m still hoping.

I’ve been taking solace in putting the finishing touches on my novel, in which someone answers the call to fight back against a government just like the one we’re living under now.

I started writing it in 2011. It’s eerie how it’s still relevant now, how it’s pretty much happening all around me.