Happy UK birthday, CREEP! And happy holidays!

It's official! CREEP has gone global. My debut psychological thriller is out today in the UK, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa!

Many, many thanks to my publishing team at Little Brown/Sphere. Catherine, my editor, has got to be the sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of emailing. Same with Madeleine, my publicist.

Do you live in the UK? You can buy CREEP at both Asda and Tesco!

This will be my last post in 2011, guys. As you know, I'm moving back to Toronto next week. We start driving on the 27th, as soon as the truck is loaded, and hope to be in our new house by new year's eve.

Life is an interesting cocktail of emotions right now. So much to be happy about, but there's also so much I'm leaving behind. I'm going to focus on looking forward, though.

Sending you all big hugs! Thanks so much for all your support and friendship this past year. I couldn't have survived it without you all.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! See you in 2012!

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A Major Award and the Déjà Vu Blogfest

My friend Karen Peterson hosted the coolest awards show on her blog earlier this week, and The Serial Killer Files tied with Alex J. Cavanaugh's blog for Favorite Blog About Writing for 2011! I mean, HELLO. That's a MAJOR AWARD. People voted and everything. And to receive a Major Award from Karen Peterson, which I get to share with Alex Cavanaugh... dudes. Doesn't get better than that. Read all about the awards HERE.

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And now, I am happy to be participating in the Déjà Vu Blogfest, hosted by the amazing Lydia Kang, DL Hammons, Creepy Query Girl, and Nicole Ducleroir. The idea is to repost a favorite blog from the past, one that maybe deserves a second chance at the spotlight.

The day I signed with my literary agent was easily one of the greatest days in my publishing journey. It was the only time in my life I've burst into tears out of pure happiness (and if you tell anyone I cried, I'll deny it and then stalk you). Why the waterworks? Because the day Victoria Skurnick called to offer me representation was the very first day I let myself believe that I could really write.

And you never forget the first time you believe.

The Call 
Originally posted Tuesday, February 9, 2010

So here's how it happened... and this is a long post, so you might want to go get a coffee before settling in. I don't tell good stories quickly! ;)

I queried Victoria via email in the wee hours of the morning on January 15th (I was up very, very late). She responded a few hours later with a request for a full. You might recall this post. A very good day it was, indeed. That full request was from Victoria!

(I need to interject here to say that this was the second time I'd queried her. The first time was back in November, but I never received a response. I'm pretty sure Levine Greenberg's server ate it. Normally I would never re-query an agent – and up till this point I hadn't even considered querying someone twice, because a non-response normally means NO – but I felt compelled to re-query Victoria. I'm glad I trusted my instincts!)

But I digress. Where was I... oh yes. The full request.

As awesome as it was to get a full request, I couldn't allow myself to get too happy about it, because I'd sent the query out naked (meaning no excerpt pasted in) and knew it was Victoria's policy to always request a full right off the bat. All I knew at this point was that she liked my query. But there was no way to know whether she'd like my work, and that's all that matters. For all I knew she would read the first ten pages, hate my writing, and delete the entire thing.

But hey, this was a chance to get my entire novel in front of an agent for the first time. This was not the time to second guess myself. Immediately I emailed her back, attaching my manuscript as she requested. I happily logged it all into my spreadsheet.

A few days later, I sent out more queries. Got more partial requests. Got more rejections along with them, but that was all right, because all told, things were going fine. Since I'd had a good run with requests with my last two query batches, I figured I could relax for a while. Certainly, it would be months before I heard back from anyone. Things work slowly in publishing.

I was in a great mood.

The great mood didn't last.

The weekend of January 23rd, I got two manuscript rejections. Back to back. And just like that, my optimism was gone. Rejections based on your actual work are so much worse than query rejections! It means something about your work – the writing, the story, the characters – didn’t resonate with those agents. And that is beyond disappointing.

Remember, as hard as we work on our queries, they're just marketing tools. Their only purpose is to get an agent's attention. It's your work that matters. And when an agent decides they don't like your work, it hurts like hell.

But okay. I had to suck it up. I still had several submissions out. Including the one with Victoria.

I shook the rejections off and moved on. I started writing Beautiful Disaster [the book now known as FREAK]. And for the first time since this whole process began, I totally forgot about querying. I completely lost myself in my new WIP... which, by the way, is the BEST and ONLY way to survive Query Hell. (I wish I'd listened to my writer friends when they tried to tell me this months ago.)

Fast forward to the morning of Thursday, February 4th.

I woke up early and in a good mood, eager to get going on another installment of the new WIP. First drafts are the most fun and most inspiring! Then I checked my email, as I always do first thing in the morning.

Saw an email from Victoria in my inbox.

My heart SANK.

Of course it was a rejection. Of course it was. It had to be. She'd only had my full for two weeks. No agent reads an entire manuscript that fast. Obviously she'd read the first few chapters and hated it. If she even got that far.

A rejection on a full. Oh man, this was sooooo gonna hurt.

It took me a full minute to bring myself to open the email. And this is what it said:

Jennifer - I just wanted you to know that I'm in the middle of the manuscript, and enjoying it a lot.  I'll be back to you by next week.

I stared at the email in disbelief.

OMG! It's not a rejection!

OMG! She likes it!

OMG! She's made it to the halfway point! Halfway! That's like, page 190!

OMG! What does it mean?

I was so tortured by this one-sentence email that I nearly gave myself an aneurysm analyzing it to death.

She wouldn't bother to tell me she likes it if she was only going to reject it in the end, right? Because that would be cruel beyond words. Nobody's that mean.

But she's only read half of it! What if she hates the ending? Will she give me the chance to revise and resubmit?

OMG, is the last half of the book as strong as the first half? I've been so focused on the first half... what if the last half sucks?

She's reading it. She's enjoying it. Holy moly.

Poor Steve. I made him analyze this email with me for an hour over dinner that night. But he's a lovely, understanding man, and instead of telling to me just shut up about it and wait and see what she says, he listened patiently and even participated in my debate with myself over the deeper meaning behind this One-Sentence Email.

I went to bed that night knowing there was a very long weekend – and week – ahead of me. Would she email me on Wednesday? Would she email me on Friday? What if she forgot? Got sidetracked? Decided she hated it?

What if she didn’t get back to me at all?

Oh the torture.

I woke up on Friday morning determined to get back to work as usual. After all, I was still basking in the glow of the Inspired First Draft of the New Work in Progress. Somehow, between hitting my quota for the new book and paying some bills, I managed to put the One-Sentence Email out of my mind and was piddling around on Facebook.

At 1 pm, the phone rang.

I looked at the call display.

212 area code. That's Manhattan.

Victoria's name flashing on the little screen.

She was calling me. From New York. She was actually calling.

I stopped breathing. Shaking, I managed to pick up the phone without dropping it.


Yes. All in caps. Because my voice was that shrill.

She introduced herself. Raspy voice. New York accent. Apologized for not letting me know in advance that she'd be calling. I asked, very shrilly, how she was doing. She said she was doing great. Was loving my book.  Would like to represent it. Did I have a few minutes to talk?

"Of course I do!" I shrieked at her. I shooed poor Steve away, who'd been creeping up the stairs towards me with wide eyes. I couldn't do this with him looking at me. I tried to breathe. I wanted to sound normal and professional and creative, not insane and shrilly and out of breath.

I was on the phone with a New York literary agent. I needed to get it together.

I needed to stop shouting at her.

We had a thirty-minute conversation. She told me what she liked about the book and was very complimentary. Then she asked how flexible I was about making changes to make it more marketable.

I assured her I was very flexible. Hell, I could be Mary Lou Retton if that's what she wanted!

She ran through a list of the things she thought I could work on. I made notes in handwriting I can barely decipher now. Yes, some of the changes seemed alarming at first because it's hard not to feel married to the story the way I wrote it. But I will do whatever it takes to get it sold. I am no prima donna.

I asked her a few questions about the submission process, and the contract she was going to send, and maybe one or two other things. I can't remember exactly. She answered everything succinctly and satisfactorily.

Then she asked me what I do for a living.

I said, "Well... this." I launched into a rambly explanation of how we'd moved from Toronto to the Northwest and how I thought it was time to give this writing thing a shot. I said, "I have no plan B. I write full-time."

She said, "It shows. You're talented. Your book's very good. I really think I can sell it."

Compliments! Praise! From a literary agent! OMG OMG OMG!

Somehow the conversation ended. The contract arrived via email an hour later, and Steve and I read it over together.

The contract is fine.

I have an agent.

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Why I write

This morning I got my first review for CREEP from a UK reviewer! I can't believe the paperback will be out in the UK from Little Brown/Sphere in only eight days. Here's a snippet:
"With an intelligent narrative, an engaging multi layered storyline and an ending to die for, looking back I realise I was hooked within a matter of pages. Creep will eat away at your psyche, delve into your subconscious and little by little, page by page, it will wear you down, hold you captive until the final throws announce a climactic ending that leaves the door wide open in the most mesmerising of ways."
Click HERE to read the full review from Milo Rambles.

Reviews like this make me glow. CREEP is my first published novel, my first love, and whenever a reader connects with the story, I feel... joy. That's the best way I can think of to put it.

As a writer, it's so easy to get caught up in the craft, to obsess over sentence structure and character development and plot and subplots, and to chase after that elusive thing called voice. And in the end, what people think of our work is purely subjective, because writing is a creative profession. There's no guaranteed path to success, and no matter how hard you work, no matter how brilliant you are, no matter how many degrees you have, readers will either connect with your work, or they won't. It's frustrating as hell sometimes to be so passionate about something that you know not everyone will appreciate.

But I do it because I love it. Because when that one reader comes along and loves what you've done, and sees the beauty in what you've accomplished... seriously, there is no greater feeling.

So tell me, writers: why do you write?

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December has a sense of humor

Mind you, I think life in general has a sense of humor.

First, I was rocked with The Most Horrible Cold last week, which kept me out of commission and unable to do much for about five days, other than tell anyone who'd listen how miserable I felt. Which is probably why, by Friday, I was wondering where everybody went.

Then I woke up Saturday feeling like someone had shoved a nail into my finger and was happily pounding away at it. For a few weeks, I'd been plagued with a tiny little paper cut that wouldn't heal and was clearly getting worse. How could something so small be so painful? I finally dragged myself to the Urgent Care Clinic and the kindly doctor, after marveling over the fact that it was a PAPER CUT, told me cheerfully that my finger was quite infected, and so I have to wear a splint and take antibiotics for ten days.

There's a steel splint on the other side, to keep my knuckle slightly bent as it heals.

And now with the splint I can't type properly. It's taken me forty frustrating minutes to type out this much.

But okay. The positives? (Because there are always positives.) My cold is much better. My finger no longer feels like someone is trying to hammer it until it falls off. And since I can't type very well, I've spent the last couple of days away from the computer, which has been really nice. I've been reading a lot, and I forgot how nice it is to just read. I plan to read all week, because I really haven't read much this year (only 29 books as of today), and I'm pretty bummed about that.

My cold and my infected finger earned me a little downtime. Which, thinking about it now, I really needed. So in the end, a good thing?

How have you guys been?

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All Asian, all the time

The one question I've been getting a lot since CREEP was released last summer is, "Is your main character, Sheila Tao, really you?"

To which I always answer, "HELLS NO."

Allow me to bullet point the ways she and I are alike:
  • She's of Asian descent, and so am I. (But she's Chinese, and I'm Filipino.)

Allow me to bullet point the ways she and I are NOT alike:
  • She's a sex addict.
  • She's a psychology professor.
  • She had an affair with her psychopathic teaching assistant.
  • She's engaged to an ex-NFL player who's now an investment banker.
  • She's American.
  • She's a sex addict. (Yes, worth repeating.)
  • She's not real.

I think people ask if Sheila Tao is me because in readers' minds, she looks like me. A friend of a friend read the book, and said, "I've never met Jenny, but because her photo is at the back of the book, it's her face I imagine saying and doing all those nasty things."

Grrrreat. Maybe I should have written Sheila as a blue-eyed blonde!

But here's the thing: I never set out to make Sheila an Asian character. I never set out to make her a version of myself. Authors have been known to do that (Lee Child's Jack Reacher looks an awful lot like him, as does Jonathan Kellerman's Alex Delaware), but Sheila started out as a minor character in early drafts, someone who was floating around in the background. I didn't realize until the second draft that she deserved to be in a starring role, and of course by then it never occurred to me to question whether her being Asian mattered.

I didn't set out to make Morris, her love interest, white. That's just how he turned out. And I didn't set out to make Jerry, the retired cop, black. That's just how he turned out.

And in hindsight I'm really glad it turned out this way. I'm happy to contribute to ethnic diversity in fiction, especially in mainstream thrillers, where I don't see too much of it. I'm also happy to contribute to sexual diversity, which my book addresses as well.

I'm certainly aware now that my characters had to be influenced by my own life, because my life is very multicultural. I guess this is where the "write what you know" adage comes in. I was born and raised in Toronto, one of the most multicultural cities on the planet. My grandparents have Spanish and Chinese roots. My maiden name is Spanish. My father's mother was half-Chinese. My brother married a Portuguese girl and they have three cute kids. I have a cousin who's half-Latvian and a nephew who's half-Italian. I have friends of all races – my three best friends are Chinese, white, and black. And that's just the tip of it.

Not that it really matters. Because my family is just my family, and my friends are just my friends.

It's not that I don't notice other people's ethnic origins. Of course I notice. I've got eyes. But rarely does it occur to me to ask someone "what they are". Because growing up the way I did, everyone is "something", and you stop being curious after awhile. But I do get the "What are you?" question myself all the time.

Here's a conversation I had a few months ago with a man who'd called to interview me about CREEP:

"So, are you half-Asian?" he asked.

I was totally caught off guard. I wasn't sure what my ethnicity had to do with my writing process. Finally I said, "No, I'm all Asian. All the time."

Long pause. He said, "Was that a stupid question?"

I just laughed. I honestly wasn't bothered or offended. I get that inquiring minds want to know. It's not a stupid question at all.

Do people ask you what you are? If so, what are you? :-)

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The things I didn't do

So as my time here in the U.S. comes to an end (as a resident, not a visitor – can't get rid of me that easily), I find myself placing extra significance on things I might not normally think too much about. The day after Halloween, for instance, I said mournfully and quite dramatically, "That was my last Halloween here." To which my friend said, "So? You worked the whole day and night, anyway. You missed it."

She's right. I did miss Halloween, and the rest of the year, too. My head was buried in launching CREEP and writing FREAK. Damn those little monsters. And now I'm bummed at how fast the time went. There's so much I wanted to do here, and had I known I'd have only four years to do it, I wouldn't have put it off.

Here are a few things I always meant do, but never got around to doing:

(The Seattle skyline at night.)

Realizing all the things I never got around to doing is an important reminder that time is short. There isn't enough time to do all the things we want to do unless we make time. I have no regrets about how my writing career progressed this year, because it was a great year for me in that regard. But on a personal level, there's a lot I didn't do. A lot I neglected to do. And a lot that I wanted to do.

What about you? Is there anything you want to do that you haven't made time for yet?

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Going home, and leaving home, all at the same time

So. I have some personal news to share.

I found out last month that my husband's company is transferring him back to Toronto at the end of this year. Permanently. Which means we're moving. In six weeks.


Look at this map. It's about 2,600 miles, or 4,200 kilometers, from Seattle to Toronto. Did I mention we move in six weeks?

Needless to say, since we found out, life's been a little hectic.

Yes, Toronto is our hometown, but I'll be straight up honest: I wasn't exactly excited about the news at first. It's not that I don't love Canada – I freaking love Canada and am fiercely proud to be Canadian. But I became a writer here, in Seattle. The Northwest has been endlessly inspiring, and I'm not sure I'm ready to leave. But it isn't up to me. And it isn't all about me.

So in between finishing the second book and working on preparations for the CREEP Canadian launch earlier this month, I've been making arrangements to relocate. The week I spent in Toronto turned into a house-hunting endeavor. Thankfully, we found a house, but it was a frantic search, and there a hundred more things still to do. Canada and the US may be neighbors, but they're two totally different countries, and moving back is more complicated than I can explain here.

As much I'm looking forward to being close to family and friends again, I am going to miss Seattle like crazy. I love it here. Life is quiet here. I've had huge amounts of time to myself which allowed me to write at the pace I do. I love the rain and mist and trees, which turned out to be the perfect setting for CREEP and FREAK. I love how it never gets too hot or too cold. I love the easy pace of the Northwest, where people talk slower and move slower and traffic is one-fifth what it is in Toronto. I love the Craftsman style of my house. I love how there's a coffee shop on every corner.

I will miss the place where I became a writer.

I will miss going to Seahawks games. Canada has the CFL... but yeah, we won't talk about that.

I will miss Saturdays at Pike's Place Market...

... where I'd buy big bunches of flowers for ten bucks, and they'd last two weeks.

This is so random, but I will miss the guys who sing Doo Wop, a Capella, outside the world's very first Starbucks.

I will miss Powell's in Portland, Oregon. It's about a 3-hour drive south, which I was happy  to do because it's pretty much the world's greatest bookstore.

I will miss going to the Tulip Festival in Skagit Valley.

I will miss Teri, the very first friend I made here. I snapped this pic of her holding what I think might be the world's largest  cat ... don't ask.

I will miss lunches with Nancy, my first writing friend here. Wish we'd met sooner.

And I will miss the hell out of Micheleen, one of my best friends since childhood, who lives a bit north, but we made it work. It's going to be a little harder to meet her for dinner every month once I move to the other side of the continent. 

I feel like I'm leaving a lot behind. I promise to do a post soon about what I'm looking forward to about moving back to Toronto, but for now, if nobody minds, I just want to be emo and wallow for a bit.

Have you ever moved some place far from home?

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All the way from London, England...

I love it when a big box o' books arrives on my doorstep. And I love it even more when the box is filled with my books.

This is the first package I've ever received from the UK. It was very exciting, indeed!

My CREEP UK paperbacks! They're big! And... flexible!

I love how CREEP looks in paperback. Love love love.

Welcome to the family, paperback CREEP! (Yes, I realize I photograph my books like they're children, but I can't help it. They're gorgeous, if I do say so myself.)

Big thanks to Sphere, my UK publisher, who've been so wonderful to work with. My editor, Catherine Burke, is absolutely lovely, and you should follow her on Twitter (@CathBurke_Ed) because she's so sweet and funny and I love how she says "Hurrah!" instead of "Hooray!". CREEP will be out on December 22nd in the UK. You can pre-order it now from Amazon UK.

Oh! And in other news (please excuse all the exclamation marks in this post, but sometimes periods just don't adequately convey my enthusiasm), look what's available for pre-order on Amazon: FREAK! Which will be released in hardcover on August 7, 2012.

Got good news to share? Or just news? Do tell!

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CREEP launch in Canada! With pictures!

I'm back! With pictures, as promised. This is a compilation of photos from six different cameras. Thanks so much to everyone who snapped pics for me.

The launch at Chapters Queensway was more amazing than I could have imagined. Though I can't lie – I was SO nervous that night. I rehearsed about a hundred times that day. I don't consider public speaking my strength, so that's why I practice.

Pulling up to the store was a bit surreal. I hadn't been to this Chapters in about five years, not since I moved out of Canada. I used to live five minutes away from this particular store, which was why I was so happy to have the launch here.

Chapters Queensway, Etobicoke (West Toronto)

When I arrived, two lovely ladies were waiting for me just inside the main entrance. April Gibson, my publicist from Simon & Schuster Canada, and Lisa Winstanley, the marketing manager for Indigo Books, made me feel very welcome. If I wasn't so nervous, I might have felt like a rock star as they guided me back to the "green room". But my knees were shaking way too much!

The setup looked amazing.

My poster! Yes, I kept it. 

The signing table. Look at all those books! Lisa, from Indigo Books, is on the right.

Love this photo. Thanks, Brian.

I relaxed (ha ha, RIGHT) in the back room with my two best friends (Annie and Dawn) while I waited for the event to begin. April and Lisa had me sign a bunch of books, some for the store, and some for S&S.

About twenty minutes later, it was showtime. I heard my name announced over the loudspeakers. "Attention, Chapters Indigo customers. The event with author Jennifer Hillier is about to begin." NO JOKE, I thought I was going to throw up! (I didn't.) Nevertheless, Annie and Dawn were rather delighted at my nervousness, having never seen me like that before, and I'm sure I won't live it down anytime soon.

Lisa introduced me to the audience, and then there was applause, and then I walked out. For a minute it felt very slow motion and dreamlike, but I snapped out of it when I saw exactly how many people were in the audience. Family, friends, old neighbors, former coworkers, even classmates I hadn't seen since high school! I was so moved by the turnout. I think it took me a minute to find my voice.

The audience early on in the evening.
Knees shaking, I spoke to the audience about my publishing journey for about fifteen minutes, and then I read from the new book, FREAK, for another ten minutes. As I spoke, the audience kept growing. Did I get less nervous? Unfortunately, no.

Thank goodness for still shots. You can't tell I'm shaking.

After the reading, there was a Q&A session which lasted about fifteen minutes. I answered questions about CREEP, my writing process, where I get my ideas, why I write thrillers, and even what I dream about.

So many people looking at me!

Then everyone started lining up to have their books signed. I don't know how many I signed, but my hand was cramping towards the end. I apologize to the folks who got their books signed later in the evening. I hope my writing was legible!

The first person in line was a friend I hadn't seen since high school. Hi, Andrea!

More high school friends! Shellon and Fiona. Had a lot of fun with these two back in the day.

I'm a hugger. If you ever meet me, brace yourself.
Another friend from high school. Eric used to bug me in tenth grade science class.

My personal paparazzi guy behind me. Thanks again, Brian!
The cutie pie beside him is Annie, his wife and my best friend.

I always worry I'm going to spell someone's name wrong.

Signed everything with my favorite purple pen. 

Lovely people waiting in line.

Me with a former colleague, Liz. We hadn't seen each other since 2002!

One of my bestest friends, Junior, and his beautiful girlfriend, Lisa.

My stepbrother, Jonathan, and his aunt, Jennifer.

Signing a book for my publicist, April. WHO ROCKS, by the way.

I don't know who this is, but I like what she's holding!

End of the night and only close family and friends are still lingering.
My mom chatting with my other best friend, Dawn (who'll kill me when she sees I posted a picture of her).

My mom and I with my brother John, my sister-in-law Liz, and their kids, Sean, Shayne, and Ashley.

Steve carrying my poster to safety. I'll probably frame it.

All in all, a fabulous night. Huge thanks to Chapters Queensway for hosting the event! And to the amazing folks at Simon & Schuster Canada for making this happen.

Most definitely a dream come true.

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STRING BRIDGE by Jessica Bell

Today is THE day to help Jessica Bell's debut, STRING BRIDGE, hit the bestseller list on Amazon, and receive the all-original soundtrackMelody Hill: On the Other Sidewritten and performed by the author herself, for free!

All you have to do is purchase the book today (paperback, or eBook), November 11th, and then email the receipt to: jessica.carmen.bell(at)gmail(dot)com

She will then email you a link to download the album at no extra cost!

To purchase the paperback:
To purchase the eBook:

To listen to samples of the soundtrack, visit iTunes.

If you are not familiar with String Bridge, check out the book trailer:

Rave Reviews for String Bridge:

Jessica Bell’s STRING BRIDGE strummed the fret of my
veins, thrummed my blood into a mad rush, played me taut until the final page,
yet with echoes still reverberating. A rhythmic debut with metrical tones of
heavied dark, fleeting prisms of light, and finally, a burst of joy—just as
with any good song, my hopeful heartbeat kept tempo with Bell’s narrative.
~ Kathryn Magendie, author of Sweetie and Publishing Editor of Rose & Thorn Journal

“Poet and
musician Jessica Bell's debut novel String Bridge
is a rich exploration of desire, guilt, and the
difficult balancing act of the modern woman. The writing is lyrical throughout,
seamlessly integrating setting, character and plot in a musical structure that
allows the reader to identify with Melody's growing insecurity as her world
begins to unravel …
String Bridge is
a powerful debut from a promising writer, full of music, metaphor, and just a
hint of magic.” ~ Magdalena Ball, author of Repulsion
and Sleep Before Evening

Jessica Bell is a brilliant writer
of great skill and depth.
She doesn't pull back from the difficult
scenes, from conflict, pain, intensity. She puts it all out there, no holds
barred, no holding back. She knows how to craft a scene, how to develop
character, how to create suspense. This is an absolutely brilliant debut novel.
I look forward to reading her
next novel, and next and next.” 
~ Karen Jones
Gowen, author of Farm Girl, Uncut Diamonds and House of Diamonds

Please TWEET and/or FACEBOOK this post using #StringBridge!

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Canadian girls do it better

I kid, I kid!

I know most of you guys aren't from Toronto, but should you happen to find yourself wandering into the area on November 7th, you will find me in my hometown celebrating the launch of CREEP.

If you're around, please do stop by. Would love to meet you. If not, I'll be back the week of the 14th, with pics!

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Happy Halloween! Oh, and I'm at Chatelaine.com today...

It's no secret I love Halloween. I love Halloween so much I'm being interviewed about it over at Chatelaine.com today. CLICK HERE TO GO THERE.

Life has been crazy lately. Between finishing up FREAK (which is very nearly done – I'm hoping to hand it in to my Gallery editor this week), and some very major stuff coming up in my personal life (which I'll eventually tell you about, but not today), I really don't know where October went. And I don't think life will be slowing down anytime soon.

Here's a summary of what's coming up in the next few months:
  • CREEP is coming out in paperback through Little Brown UK/Sphere this December 2011 (and will be available in the UK, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, and other export territories)
  • The mass market US version of CREEP will be released in July 2012
  • FREAK is coming out in hardcover in the summer of 2012
  • I just found out this morning that we sold the Czech rights to CREEP  
  • My Canadian launch party for CREEP is next week in Toronto!

I won't be doing NaNo this year... but I'll be rooting for everybody who is! Are you participating?

Happy Halloween!

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Casting Call: CREEP

My fellow blog buddies Carrie Butler, Lisa Regan, and Melodie Wright are hosting a bloghop this week, where we get to make our characters come to life by sharing pictures of what we think they look like.

If Hollywood ever came a-knockin' (hey, one can dream!), here's who I'd love to see play the main roles:

Lucy Liu as Dr. Sheila Tao

Cam Gigandet as Ethan Wolfe

Chris Noth as Morris Gardener

Morgan Freeman as Jerry Isaac

Ming Na as Dr. Marianne Chang

Mila Kunis as Abby Maddox

If you've read CREEP, what do you think of my picks? Did you picture the characters differently?

Who would you cast for your book?

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