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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Let me know if you would be open to critiquing a blurb! I’m always looking to give the hook more bite.
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🎥 In a world where mythical beasts guard the balance of magic…
A boy haunted by his parents’ legacy and hunted for his meteorite wand must survive a secret academy that trains the next generation of spies.

CATCHER KLINE
Magic. Tech. Mystery. Heart.
#amquerying #MGfantasy #KidLit
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This pitch event starter pack has a plethora of pitch events to choose from:

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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!
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Beautiful, thanks for sharing!
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Sure, DM it to me and I’ll take a look. Also, r/pubtips is great for query feedback.
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#AmQuerying and #SeasonsofKidLit Fall writing challenge!
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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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Querying is weird. You’re literally sending love letters about your book to strangers and hoping they’ll fall for it.
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Hilarious! "If anyone knows of a reason why these two should not be bound in deathly matrimony … keep it to yourself."
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I am excited for a few agents to open their QT in a couple of days!

#AmQuerying debut MG fantasy novel CATCHER KLINE.
At Alpine Academy, a secret school of magic-tech and spycraft, twelve-year-old Catcher Kline must decode his family’s secrets to stop Acolytes from enslaving the Guardian Spirits and seizing the world’s most dangerous power source.
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Fun prompt for Manuscript Academy Summer Academy Workshop!

Thanks, Ivan!

#MSWL #MSA #MSASAW

I was president of the United States at 3 years old. By four years old the country was in the diaper bin and it was all my fault. It wasn’t my choice to become president. But when my TikTok video went viral—thanks, Mom—people started writing in my name, Bazil Benjamin Bean. And wouldn’t you know it? I won the majority vote. 

At first, things were going great. My executive orders were a big hit: longer nap times for senators, all bread must be sold crustless, strict temperature limits in bath water. 

Talk shows loved me. Shaking hands and kissing babies even got me a few play dates. 

So, how did things turn to sour milk so quickly? I’m glad you asked. This is the story of how I dumped the country in the toilet before helping the land of the free find its way back to being a land of well-fed, well-rested, and wholly loved people. 

Strap into your Johnny Jumper. Things are about to get wild. 

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Fun prompt for Manuscript Academy Summer Academy Workshop!

Thanks, Ivan!

#MSWL #MSA #MSASAW
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Awesome offer! Any additional details?