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The Writer’s Voice Entry

Author’s Name: Robin KorbImage
Title: Return To Spender
Age Category: Middle Grade
Genre: Magical Realism
Word Count: 58,000

Query:

Dear Agent,

I am seeking representation and would love for you to consider my 58,000 word Middle Grade magical realism novel, RETURN TO SPENDER. It will appeal to fans of BIGGER THAN A BREADBOX by Laurel Snyder and SEVEN WILD SISTERS by Charles de Lint.

When his grandfather dies, eleven-year-old WILLIAM JEFFREY discovers he shares two things with his ancestors: a leap year birthday that comes once every four years and a magical twenty-dollar bill that returns every time he spends it.

Not only can he buy endless candy bars, the Irish fairy magic behind the money also lets William talk to his dead relatives. While they don’t always answer William’s questions, his ancestors explain the impact the magic money had on their lives and the need for boundaries. The most important rule for this fairy enchanted money? Never tell anyone, absolutely anyone, anything about the Gift ever. When William decides to make BRIAN FLAHERTY, the new boy in town, his new best friend instead of EMMA WHITMORE, now his former best friend, he inadvertently breaks this rule. William must choose to embrace the limitations of the magic money set forth by the fairy world so he can pass the gift on to the next generation. But if he doesn’t, William could lose the bill, sever the connection to his ancestors, and destroy the family’s inheritance forever.

I am a member of SCBWI and three critique groups. I’ve spent the past four years studying my craft through the University Wisconsin Eau Claire and the University Wisconsin Madison Continuing Studies. I’ve also attended several Writer’s Workshops taught by Sarah Aronson, Lori Devoti, Robert Curry, Kathy Giorgio, and Christine Desmet.

Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,
Robin Korb
Chippewa Falls, WI
rkorb@qisc.com

First 250 Words:

William Jeffrey did not like secrets. They spelled Trouble. He also did not like rules. What ten-soon-to-be-eleven-year-old did? But with the mother of all secrets and its rules stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, William climbed into the back seat of the car. How had his grandfather kept this secret from Grandma for forty-five years? And how was William suppose to keep it from his mother forever?

She was driving him and his two best friends, Emma and Bryan, to the Mall for a Saturday matinee. Emma Whitmore sat in the front seat of the car with his mother. Bryan sat in the back seat with William. Usually, February’s in Michigan meant a movie because of the cold weather, but today that wasn’t the case. William had to see if having a birthday on the 29th of February would be filled with as much Irish magic as his grandfather claimed.

They drove past fields of corn and soybeans on the way to the Mall. The second the car purred into the busy parking lot, William’s fingertips moved to the buckle of his seatbelt. He searched for the large blue mailbox at the theater’s entrance and smiled when he saw it.

The instant the car stopped at the curb, William freed himself with one click. He opened the door, hopped out, and hurried toward the mailbox without waiting for his friends.

William,” his mother called out.

Yeah?” William swung around and shielded his eyes from the sun.