Queries...critique, edit, and critique again!

Finding our way into the super awesome online writing community has become our most recent goal! 

We are so exited about this, as we have just started to get to know some of the amazing writers and we just know that we have found the place where we "belong". A place that is consumed with an abundance of others who, like us, will lock themselves in a room without social interaction...and it's not only normal, but the cool thing to do:) 

Now...we are ready to get our toms dirty and jump right in. Having said that; here is our latest and greatest query for our second completed MS; Broken Eros. 

Broken Eros

YA modern mythology

Completed at 79,000 words

Eros, the god of love, is supposed to save humanity from their loneliness and despair, however he is the one in need of saving.

After his love, Psyche, was taken from him by the hands of the mother he adores, Eros fled Mount Olympus and renounced his duties, inevitably leading to the downfall of altruistic and unconditional agape love. For 2,549 years, torn from his family and estranged from his mother, Aphrodite, Eros has lived amongst the lust and deceit of humans in an attempt to lose his identity completely.

Until the moment the essence of Psyche looked back at him through the briny sapphire eyes of her descendent, Mariposa.

As their fates are woven together the hope in Eros’ heart is restored. But Aphrodite’s jealous nature leads her to interfere once more, setting Mariposa up to betray him. The pain of losing his one true love again forces him to escape back home to Mount Olympus, leaving Mariposa defenseless in the hands of the spiteful Aphrodite.

To fight for a chance to get Eros back, Mariposa becomes Aphrodite’s captive and is forced to endure excruciating tasks. But when she is sent down through the gates of the underworld she finds herself without a chance of escaping and ever seeing Eros again. Eros must find a way to look past his shattered heart and find her before her fragile human life is eternally lost in his world’s darkest place.

Bringing selfless agape love back to humanity must begin with his sacrifice.

The only constant is change

Both Crystal and myself have some serious changes that are occurring in our lives currently and while Crystal is taking her changes in stride (which she always does), I have been struggling with my changes a little. Which is ironic because it is true, in my life more than most, that the only constant is change. Just when you think things are calm and settled down, life will throw a wrench in all your plans, crumbling them to the ground and forcing you to build new plans from the bottom up.
And what I'm learning is that it never gets easier, and you don't even necessarily learn to handle them better. What happens is that you just learn to accept it, to let go, and let life take you where it needs to, and trust that where you are going is exactly where you are meant to be.
For instance, I never ever thought I would be a writer, never gave the idea any purchase. But I had also never written anything in my life in a creative fashion other than a book, which I also illustrated, about a giraffe in the third grade. I always considered myself a creative person but thought that my creativity was best expressed through visual mediums as has been passed down through my family tree. It wasn't until Crystal approached me with an idea about a novel and asked if I would help her write it that I gave the thought it's fair due. It wasn't until I sat down that first time at a blank computer screen, staring at it for an hour, before finally just starting and realizing that I was creating things that didn't exist before. Much like I was at a blank sheet of paper with a paintbrush or pencil in my hand. And it wasn't until I reread what I had written that I realized that I may actually be pretty good at this writing thing. My confidence in writing is ten fold what it was as a visual artist, and I have Crystal to thank for opening my eyes to the possibility. But I also have myself to thank. While most people would say things like, "I could never write a book", or "I wouldn't know where to start", I opened myself up to the idea and trusted it. I wasn't expecting myself to be any good at it or to love it as much as I do, but I gave myself the chance.
This is what I mean about letting go and trusting that life knows where to take you. This is the reminder that I have been trying to give myself, every morning, and praying that this truth will implant itself in my brain so I can walk through the changes of life confident and in grace the way I feel Crystal does. But in the meantime, I feel lucky that she is my best friend so she can pull me out of my moments of doubt.

Being a mother is the greatest gift in the world!

Happy Mother's day! On a day that we celebrate being mothers and having wonderful influences in our lives I would like to send a special mothers day message out. As you all know snowmen write consists of both myself and my best friend Erin; we are both so blessed with the opportunity to stay at home and raise our babies in hopes of them being able to actively follow all of their dreams the way that we have.

Erin is not only a mom but she is an amazing role model to her two beautiful kids. She has this ability to be completely unselfish in the way she parents and because of it her kids are able to absorb everything life has to offer them. As I sit back and watch the way she loves them and all of the self sacrifice she submits to I can't help but aspire to do the same for my kids. She is not only an amazing and talented writer but a mother above all else.

Happy mothers day to Erin!

The Writer's Voice Contest #15 -- BROKEN EROS

Broken Eros
Young Adult Mythological Fiction 
78,500 words

Eros, the god of love, is supposed to save humanity from their loneliness and despair, however he is the one in need of saving.

After his love, Psyche, was taken from him by the hands of the mother he adores, Eros fled Mount Olympus and relinquished his duties, inevitably leading to the downfall of selfless and unconditional agape love. For 2,549 years, torn from his family and estranged from his mother, Aphrodite, Eros has lived amongst the lust and deceit of humans in an attempt to lose his identity completely.

Until the moment Mariposa, a descendant of Psyche, walks into his life.

When the destined pair is brought together, Eros finds himself whole again. But Aphrodite’s jealous heart leads her to interfere once more, setting Mariposa up to betray Eros. The pain of losing his one true love again forces him to escape back home to Mount Olympus, leaving Mariposa defenseless in the hands of the spiteful Aphrodite.

To fight for a chance to get Eros back, Mariposa becomes Aphrodite’s slave and is forced to endure excruciating tasks. But when she is sent down through the gates of the underworld she finds herself without hope of escaping and ever seeing Eros again. Eros must find a way to look past his broken heart and find her before she is eternally lost in his world’s darkest place. Bringing selfless love back to humanity must begin with his sacrifice.

Please enjoy the first 250 words of BROKEN EROS below:

BROKEN EROS

ἡμέρα Ἕρμου (Wednesday)

On my sixteenth birthday a celebration that was larger than life itself went on amongst my family. I was finally of age. Of my forever age. I was now able to live out my purpose on Earth; to serve others in ways that no being ever has before. It has been 3007 years since that birthday, to the day. And since then, my world has flipped completely upside down. What was once celebrated is now a tragedy. My family, who once found harmonious joy in my existence, now punishes me in ways that the human world is blind to. My purpose in this world has been lost in the depths of the darkness that encircles me. Every moment that I am awake I fall further and further away from anything I have ever known to be real. In the thousands of years since then, I have been running; trying to leave that former life behind me. However, every year on this day I am overtaken with the memories, the pain, the betrayal, and the loss. 

Buried deep in my black hoodie, I keep my head down as I walk up Main Street to the school I have been attending; shielding my eyes from the blinding sun that bounces off the frozen mist clinging to my face. My heavy charcoal boots crunch over the blanket of dried leaves that have long since made their transition from life giving luscious shades of green burning out in a blaze of glorious reds and oranges. 

Exciting things are afoot!!

Crystal and I have decided to enter our newest manuscript in a blog contest hoping to generate some interest. This is our second manuscript and has not been released to any agencies yet, so we are hoping that this contest will help us get this book out there and on shelves faster than would be normal.

Please check back here tomorrow for an update on the contest and *hopefully* a short description of the new manuscript as well as the first 250 words.