J.J. Phillips
@jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
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#AmQuerying Hunted for his meteorite wand, twelve-year-old Catch must master spell-hacked spycraft to stop the Acolytes from seizing the Minerals of Power.
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jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Spooky inspiration for the season from the grave of Jack London and his dream home that never was.

He died a few years after it burned down and was never able to rebuild.

#AmWriting #AmQuerying #SCBWI #SCBWIOKTFEST25
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"Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it."
-Jack London

Stopped in to see Jack London’s museum. Fired up for next week’s #SCBWI in Oakland! #SCBWIOktFest25

#AmQuerying #AmWriting
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
100%! Querying feels like a completely different part of my brain, and puts me off the writing where I need to be immersed in the world I am creating.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Using it as a way to slow down and query more intentionally. So far, it’s helped make querying less stressful and more enjoyable!
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Love this! I’m reading a book repped by each of the agents I’m querying, ideally a book I can comp to.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Thanks for the positivity! Querying feels like throwing darts in the dark, after being spun around ten times, are told the dartboard is somewhere south by southwest, the dartboard is a moving target, and you have to hit a bullseye to get an agent.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
I entered my MG Fantasy for #10Queries!

Logline:

Hunted for his meteorite wand, twelve-year-old Catch must master spell-hacked spycraft to stop the Acolytes from seizing the Minerals of Power.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Sorry to hear that! Are you doing the #RevPit event tomorrow/today?
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
I just entered #RevPit #10Queries. Enter now for a chance to win free feedback on your query and 1st 5 pages!
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TOMORROW!!
Who's ready to enter to win? Take the opportunity to get feedback. Even if you don't win, you'll be able to see feedback and tips from our experienced editors on querying and starting off your story strong! #writingcommunity #10Queries #RevPit #amquerying #writersky
RevPit #10Queries Opens Tomorrow. Don't forget to Sign Up for Substack
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
So cool! Just learned it’s #10Querjes because 10 queries are selected. And signed up for the substack to get notifications. Thanks for this event!
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Let me know if you would be open to critiquing a blurb! I’m always looking to give the hook more bite.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
This pitch event starter pack has a plethora of pitch events to choose from:

bsky.app/starter-pack...
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Headed to a West Coast SCBWI meet next weekend. Wishing all the East Coast writers and illustrators an inspiring weekend full of connection and creativity!
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Sure, DM it to me and I’ll take a look. Also, r/pubtips is great for query feedback.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
#AmQuerying and #SeasonsofKidLit Fall writing challenge!
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Love all the fall writing contests, and I had so much fun writing the Tale of Hollow Jack!!

Thanks to:
@kaitlynleann17.bsky.social
@lydialukidis.bsky.social
@ebonylynnmudd.bsky.social

For running the #FallWritingFrenzy

#AmWriting
The Tale of Hollow Jack 

All around, the children danced as they called him names. Yes, they called him names. “Angry face.” “Rot-guts.” “Stinky Freak.” Poor Jack felt gutted and worthless.

They passed him by, rang the bell, and treated from the candy pail. For him it was always a trick when he thought they might be kind. Ghosts, ghouls, monsters, and mummies paraded past. Never did they spare a word of kindness.

Until she came—

A simple witch, with a twisted hat, young Suzy was but seven. She touched his face. “Sweet pumpkin,” she whispered. She left a candy bar beside him before skipping away, his light following her like a blessing.

The older boys came, cruel and reeking. They called him names. Yes, they called him names. 

They grabbed him, hurled him into the street. He shattered. Seeds scattered. Flesh split wide. His light flickered and went dark.

But carved from ancient soil, fed on loneliness and rage, he was more than pumpkin—he rose. Terrible. Burning. Whole. House by house his vengeance was duly delivered. 

By morning, the town was silent as a grave. No voices left to call him names. Except for one small house where Suzy slept, dreaming of jack-o’-lanterns.
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vickyweberbooks.bsky.social
Querying is weird. You’re literally sending love letters about your book to strangers and hoping they’ll fall for it.
jjphillipsyo.bsky.social
Hilarious! "If anyone knows of a reason why these two should not be bound in deathly matrimony … keep it to yourself."