Blog Tour: When the World was Flat (and we were in love) Author Guest Post!

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Blog Tour: When the World was Flat (and we were in love) Author Guest Post!

Today I’m thrilled to host Ingrid Jonach – author of WHEN THE WORLD WAS FLAT (AND WE WERE IN LOVE) on the blog today! I posted my review yesterday (Click here to check it out!)

Read on for book info, an awesome guest post and giveaway!
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Looking back, I wonder if I had an inkling that my life was about to go from ordinary to extraordinary.

When sixteen-year-old Lillie Hart meets the gorgeous and mysterious Tom Windsor-Smith for the first time, it’s like fireworks — for her, anyway. Tom looks as if he would be more interested in watching paint dry; as if he is bored by her and by her small Nebraskan town in general.

But as Lillie begins to break down the walls of his seemingly impenetrable exterior, she starts to suspect that he holds the answers to her reoccurring nightmares and to the impossible memories which keep bubbling to the surface of her mind — memories of the two of them, together and in love.

When she at last learns the truth about their connection, Lillie discovers that Tom has been hiding an earth-shattering secret; a secret that is bigger — and much more terrifying and beautiful — than the both of them. She also discovers that once you finally understand that the world is round, there is no way to make it flat again.

An epic and deeply original sci-fi romance, taking inspiration from Albert Einstein’s theories and the world-bending wonder of true love itself.

 

 Published September 3rd | Strange Chemistry | Goodreads |

 

 

Guest Post: Killing My Darlings (Part 2)

A few days ago, I blogged about killing my darlings, specifically about killing one of my favorite characters during the editing process for When the World was Flat (and we were in love). That character was Zed, who was the brother of the main character Lillie.

It was Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch who first said we must murder our darlings while writing, and by darlings he meant those parts of a manuscript that serve the writer instead of the reader. William Faulkner rephrased this to kill instead of murder and Stephen King said, “Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.”

Today, I would like to confess another murder (not literally!). There were originally four friends in the friendship circle in When the World was Flat (and we were in love): Lillie, Jo, Sylv and Chelle. The eulogy today is for one of these friends — Chelle.

If I had to liken her to anyone it would be to the genteel and good-hearted Melanie Wilkes in Gone with the Wind or even the holier-than-thou Charlotte from Sex and the City. Chelle served as the self-appointed moral compass of the friendship circle, but was ironically the only one of the girls with a boyfriend – Randy. Poor Randy died of a broken heart after I killed Chelle. Kidding. He was no longer relevant, so he shared the same fate as Chelle.

I do miss some of the interactions between Chelle and her friends though. Here is an interaction in one of the first scenes after Jo complains she looks like a boy:

“What if we called you Josephine instead of Jo?” Chelle suggested.

Jo put her fingers in her mouth and made a gagging sound.

“Josie?”

If Jo was the masculine one in our group, Chelle was the girly-girl. She had long blond curls, which made her look like she belonged in a shampoo commercial.

While Chelle and Jo shared a few similarities, Chelle and Sylv were polar opposites and I loved the reactions Sylv would provoke from Chelle (if Chelle was Melanie, Sylv is definitely Scarlett O’Hara):

Sylv waved their advice away in a flash of multi-colored nail polish. If she wanted a sensible solution she would have consulted the stack of teen magazines she had delivered to her door every month. Instead she wanted to light the firecracker we called Chelle, who had exploded with a screech and was now looking at Sylv like she was a kid who needed her mouth washed out with soap.

Sylv grinned, her lips coated in fire engine red lipstick — contraband at our school. If Chelle was a firecracker, then Sylv was a spinning wheel, shooting out fireworks left, right and center and lighting up Green Grove for the four of us girls. Of course, now and then, our fingers got burned.

While I had been reluctant to remove Zed from the narrative, I was the one who decided to remove Chelle from When the World was Flat (and we were in love). I had received a comment from a beta reader that there were too many characters and I had previously been bothered by some crossovers between Jo and Chelle.

Chelle was relatively easy to remove, because, for the most part, her role was taken over by Jo. Just take a look at the following scene with Chelle:

Sylv turned up a few minutes before the bell, meeting us at my locker. “Is he here yet?” she asked breathlessly.

She was wearing a white denim micro mini-skirt and black ankle boots. Her sparkly red top had a plunging neckline, which showed a black lace bra. She was beyond breaking the dress code. She was annihilating it. Turnip was going to have a stroke.

“No,” Chelle sighed, and I wondered whether she was sighing about Tom, or about Sylv and her choice of wardrobe. I guessed it was the latter when I saw her wince as she looked Sylv up and down. I heard a few giggles behind me, and knew without looking who was the laughing stock.

“What I want to know is what have you done to your hair?” I asked.

Hairdressing was Plan B for Sylv if modeling was a dead end. She had managed to flunk Hairdressing 101 overnight though, because she had dyed her hair as orange as a tangerine. She had also teased the roots and unloaded a can of hairspray into it, like they used to in the eighties. She kind of looked like Cyndi Lauper.

“Why would you want to be a redhead?” Jo asked. Her own hair was strawberry blond, but she put a brown rinse through it once a month, turning it a mousey color with a hint of orange. It hung to her shoulders with a couple of kinks at the back, which gave it an unbrushed look. I wanted to smooth it constantly, as if I were her mother, tucking in her shirt or dabbing at her face with a wet tissue, but Jo would have told me to cut it out.

“I like red hair,” Chelle said, looking down the corridor at Randy, who was sulking with his friends.

“Arial was a redhead,” I pointed out, “and Jessica Rabbit.”

“The packet called it ‘Tangerine,’” Sylv said, patting her new do.

Well, whaddayaknow? I was right.

In the final version it is Jo who is sighing about Sylv, and Sylv who is sighing over a boy:

“Is he here yet?” Sylv asked breathlessly when she met us at my locker.

She was wearing a white micro miniskirt and black ankle boots. Her sparkly red top had a plunging neckline which showed a black lace bra. She was beyond breaking the dress code – she was annihilating it. Turnip was going to have a stroke.

“No,” Jo sighed, and I wondered if she was sighing about Tom or about Sylv and her choice of wardrobe. I guessed it was the latter when I saw her wince as she looked Sylv up and down. I heard a few giggles behind me and knew without looking who was the laughing stock.

“What I want to know is: what have you done to your hair?” I asked.

Hairdressing was Plan B for Sylv if modeling was a dead end. She had managed to flunk Hairdressing 101 overnight though, because she had dyed her hair as orange as a tangerine. She had also teased the roots and unloaded a can of hairspray into it, like they used to in the Eighties. She kind of looked like Cyndi Lauper.

“Why would you want to be a redhead?” Jo asked. Her own hair was strawberry blond, but she put a brown rinse through it once a month, turning it a mousey color with a hint of orange. It hung to her shoulders with a couple of kinks at the back, which gave it an unbrushed look. I wanted to smooth it constantly, like I was her mother, tucking in her shirt or dabbing at her face with a wet tissue. Jo would have slapped me silly though.

“The packet called it ‘Tangerine,’” Sylv said.

Well, whaddayaknow? I was right.

“Anyway, I like red hair,” Sylv continued, looking down the corridor at Taylor Blackwood. Sylv had been crushing on Taylor since he got suspended for riding his skateboard in the gymnasium last March. To her, he was a daredevil. To me and Jo, he was an oil slick, with greasy red hair that made a cheese pizza look fat-free.

“Ariel was a redhead,” I said, “and Jessica Rabbit.”

“They were cartoon characters,” Jo pointed out.

But, deleting Chelle also meant I had to let go of a few of my favorite scenes, including a spectacular blow-up at Sylv.

Excerpt from original version:

Chelle gave the door a final kick before descending the porch steps and staring up at the house, as though willing it to burst into flames. Suddenly, she bent down and with seemingly superhuman strength picked up a statue of a lion, which was the size of a football.

“Uh-oh,” Jo muttered.

“Chelle!” I shouted. “No!”

But she had already lifted it above her head and hurled it through the front window.

The sound of breaking glass was like a clap of thunder rolling across a bright blue sky and we stood there in its wake, shell-shocked. Chelle bent down to pick up another garden ornament — a metal flamingo — but I threw myself across the yard and crash tackled her into the dirt.

At the end of the day, I do think I was justified in burying Chelle. I wonder though what would have happened if it had been Jo or Sylv instead. I think they would have put up more of a fight than Chelle, even if she does throw around garden statues when angry!

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Enter below for your chance to win one of two awesome prize packages as part of the Around the World in 80 Days Blog Tour for When the World was Flat (and we were in love) by Ingrid Jonach.

There will be two winners worldwide. Each prize package includes:

  • a signed copy of When the World was Flat (and we were in love)
  • a pair of silver plated key-shaped earrings in a When the World was Flat (and we were in love) gift box
  • a When the World was Flat (and we were in love) bookmark.

 

The competition will run until 21 October 2013 and the winners will be announced on this page and via www.ingridjonach.com

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