Cheryl Montgomery

✨ New Story Drop ✨
If you love melancholic summer nights, slow-burn ache, and timelines that don’t stay in line…
Chapter 1 of THE SUMMER HE NEVER LEFT is live on Wattpad.
A boy who died.
A girl who remembers.
A reality that doesn’t.

Read here: www.wattpad.com/1589954552

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agents, editors, small presses #WSPit February 26, butterfly place only These hashtags can help you find manuscripts if you want to peek during WSPit querying: #WSPitQ and On Submission: #WSPitS

Hey #litagents, #editors, #publishers, #smallpresses

We're hosting an Author Hype Event February 26th!

Industry participation is welcome!

There are special hashtags for querying and on sub works in hopes to make it easier to peruse.

Come take a peek!

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If my MC could change something about herself, it would be her soul-crushing anxiety. It is at the core of her story, but eventually she learns if she lets others help, it’s easier to carry. #writinglifemonthly #amwriting #ya #writesky

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This could be physical, mental, social, or economic. Is this the core of your story or a side piece?

Day 15 - If your MC could change something about themselves, what would it be?

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Naveena would change the circumstances of her death. Trauma of the incident aside, it prevents her from being able to go back to her old life, which she misses dearly. This grief is a big part of her personal journey in the story.

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I don’t use AI, but I do “cast” my characters with actors so I can clearly visualize them as the movie in my head plays out. #writinglifemontly #amwriting #YA #writesky

I’m currently reading The Paradise Problem by Christina Lauren. 💜

I’d also like to mention, Before We Were Strangers by Renee Carlino because it wrecked me in the best way. It’s been 3 weeks and I still thinking about it. #amreading #amwriting #pretendpanel

#pretendpanel a daily prompt tag hosted by @hiriadunning.bsky.social February 16th: What are you reading right now? Please support your fellow #pretentpanel posters with replies, likes and reposts New #pretendpanel questions every Saturday and Sunday. Hop in any time!

#pretendpanel, I can't wait to know...

February 16th: What are you reading right now?

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I’m a little late (but still have a few minutes in my timezone). In my current #wip the role of love is to be a healing force. ❤️‍🩹 Their love represents resilience and how two people can find solace in each other while still needing to heal individually. #pretendpanel #amwriting #ya #writingcommunity

#pretendpanel a daily prompt tag hosted by @hiriadunning.bsky.social February 15th: What's the role of love in your writing? Please support your fellow #pretentpanel posters with replies, likes and reposts New #pretendpanel questions every Saturday and Sunday. Hop in any time!

Happy Belated Valentines Day, #pretendpanel!

February 15: What's the role of love in your stories? (can be any kind of love)

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'heart'
from The Villa Delacroix 🏚️✒️💀 an ongoing gothic horror novella available here: www.royalroad.com/fiction/1029...
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pounamu = greenstone, usually carved into a pendant and worn by Māori (like myself, and the character Maika)

Jessica spread her hands further, meeting his widened, flashing eyes, preparing to restrain him if needed to protect the much smaller woman and Ansel himself. “Anisee’, Anisee’ had a favorite poem. We both know it. We’ve lived it. Seb, you’re in there. Listen to me. Listen. Just listen.” She recited it once, and left off the last line, then recited it a second time, again unfinished. By the end of the second attempt his eyes were locked on her, his hands, knotted into the heavy cover, began to unclench. Stevens started the poem again, daring a step closer. “To the black, by honor bound, and welded to the silent sound, the breathless cold of a starlit sea, --,” her breath caught when she saw Ansel’s widened eyes lower, and his lips begin to move. His voice was a hoarse, disconnected whisper as he finally spoke again. “The only home …. that calls to thee.” Ansel broke again, overcoming the damaged identity imprinted over his own. He reached for her with both hands this time, shaking violently, his voice raw. “Jessica, get me out! Damn you, Woman, get me out!” She moved back quickly, pulling Ansel close, holding his ear to her heart, changing her breaths to match his now heaving respirations. Several long moments passed as she slowed his breathing by gradually slowing her own. When he was still at last, she spoke, lips brushing his hair. “That’s all I need.” Ansel calmed abruptly, almost lost consciousness as relief overcame him again. The victor for the moment over the programming, his eyes were a blur of exhaustion and disbelief as he looked out the port to nearest them, at the swarm of thousands of ships. “None of it’s real.”

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WIP excerpt from "Tyrants of Gravity"

The #WIPSnips word for February 15 is "heart"

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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingPrompts wotd "Heart"

The #WIPSnips word for February 15 is "heart".

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#snip from my #LiteraryFiction #BookSeries, "Stefan's Owl from Oblivion." #alien-human 8 year old #child Ty, and 12 year old Tyco talk telepathically at Ty's bedtime. They are in different cities.

Katherina bursts through her doorway, and immediately her heart catches in her throat. She stands there stunned, unable to act. A moment later she staggers back a step when Princess Lynna tackles her. The princess' body presses tightly against her, arms wrapping around Katherina’s body. The princess is squeezing as hard as she can, so hard Katherina can feel it even through her heavy cloak, her armor, and the winter padding beneath it. A feeling that takes her back to before her world turned upside-down. A feeling that smashes through her disbelief, so real it is as if her past year was simply a fog that is now being burned away by radiant sunlight. Katherina reaches back and fumbles to push the door closed. Some last scraps of the knight captain present in her mind moving to separate herself from her soldiers and the war outside. The moment it shuts it all lifts from her shoulders, her face presses against Lynna’s chest, and her body shudders as relieved sobs of joy flood out of her. For a full minute, the princess stands there with tears tripping down her cheeks as well, holding her trembling knight in her arms. Then their lips meet and lock together, working to enforce a shared desire to never let go again.

I like reunions.
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I could hear the sporadic sounds of the fight winding down outside, and I desperately wanted to help, to be of use, to prove myself, to not be a burden, but my body couldn’t seem to move, except to breathe heavily, shivering once in a while. I felt pathetic. I was a liability to Newhaven, and a disappointment to the Blaze. While both sides were outside battling it out for what they believed in, I was off to the side, accomplishing nothing but ruining my own reputation, and probably Rhu’s as well. Oh no, Rhu—what was I doing to him? I was dragging him down with me, on a surefire track to destroy his reputation in the village and his potential future lordship, something I had worked hard to support and help cultivate over the years, and now it was all going to come crashing down because of my asinine- “Mari!” Whit was in the living room, jumping over the back of the couch and landing next to me, grabbing me and pulling me against him, hugging me fiercely. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re okay.” “Dad,” I blubbered, the tension I had been holding inside of my body finally breaking out. My tone concerned him, and he gently but firmly pushed me back, holding up each of my arms and scanning me for injuries; his eyes darted methodically, and when they didn’t see anything, they searched my face. Whatever he saw there, I watched in real time as it broke a little piece of his heart. One more disappointment for the record books.

"heart"

Our MC is spiraling 😓

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My MC is dealing with the aftermath of a family tragedy as well as some mental health struggles, she is learning to open up again and to trust her heart. ❤️ #WIPSnips #amwriting #YA #writesky #writingcommunity

#WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag February 15 - heart Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is black with stars with a light blue rectangle highlighted by a fuchsia line. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner

The #WIPSnips word for February 15 is "heart"

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Couple looking up at sky

ALL THE BRIGHT PLACES × LOOKING FOR ALASKA

Aly's grief after losing her father is complicated by a new relationship with Nick, a baseball star who suffers a traumatic brain injury. As both fight their pasts and new realities, they must learn together that healing isn't linear. #YA #R #W #QuestPit

Trying to get my pitch just right!

Also, if you’d like to attend the webinar, you can join The Writers’ Troupe to register.

It’s 10am EST on February 15!

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#pretendpanel a daily prompt tag hosted by @hiriadunning.bsky.social February 9th: Why are you the right person to tell this story? Please support your fellow #pretentpanel posters with replies, likes and reposts New #pretendpanel questions every Saturday and Sunday. Hop in any time!

(omg #pretendpanel, some of your answers yesterday made me tear up!) 

Today's question is inspired by a masterclass by @whitihereaka.co.nz which I attended a couple of years back:

February 9th: Why are you the right person to tell this story? 

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After I was a hospice caregiver for my grandmother, I applied to nursing school. A few months in, I realized it wasn’t for me. I wanted a way to honor my grandmother. As a little girl, she’d listen to me tell my stories and told me one day I’d be someone’s favorite author. So I picked up my pen…🖊️

#writinglifemonthly February hosted by @traceyleewrites.bsky.social February list of 28 prompts to share about main characters.

#writinglifemonthly is coming up. Starting Feb 1st, we'll focus on getting to know your main character. Each month, we'll set an accountability word count goal. Join us to share your work and build community.

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Thank you! 💜

I hear you! Good luck with your querying! I look forward to seeing your work. 💜

Congratulations!!! That’s wonderful! 💜 This gives me motivation to keep to my deadlines!