Dear The Writer’s Voice:
Charismatic Frontman, Jude Thompson, has achieved the rock n’ roll dream-he’s sold millions of records, been Grammy nominated, and has adoring fans around the world with his bandmates. But when his mother is tragically killed by a drunk driver and the band’s latest single charts disappointingly, Jude is forced to go on tour; still juggling depression, grief, and a complicated relationship with his father.
He finds refuge and love with the band’s Touring Bassist, Diana Morgan. Beautiful but humble, Diana has been on her own quest for love and success. She models professionalism and competence, never expecting to find both. While the band recoups their popularity, Jude opens up to her about his struggles; including his belief that his father was unfaithful to his mother. Diana finds her feelings deepening for him, but worries about the fans’ disdain for her presence.
When she receives anonymous letters from someone with threatening and mysterious content, Diana’s anxiety over fan backlash escalates. Jude endeavors to reach peace with his past before marrying Diana. Their plans are thwarted, however, when Jude learns new history about his family, shattering everything he thought he knew about love, family itself, and even mankind. Trying to make sense of the pieces, Jude strives to find his place with Diana while contemplating his future in music.
All That She Is is a 123,000 word Mainstream Fiction novel. It isn’t the story of a man who’s become a rock n’roll cliché. It’s the story of a man’s public journey through young adult life with the woman he loves. Fans of Water For Elephants and The Notebook will enjoy it.
Like Diana, I’m a bass player from Virginia who’s also working toward licensure as a counselor.
Thank you in advance for your time and consideration. The first 250 words of my manuscript are included below. You may contact me by cell phone at: (540) 798-8084 or email@example.com.
The American Leg of The Four Faces of Life Tour
“And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah….”
-“Hey Jude,” The Beatles
Southern California is known for its constant, refreshing sun, abundant number of beaches, and thanks to the rock groups that were natives to the area in the late 1950’s through the mid-60’s: surfing. It was a stereotypically beautiful day when I woke up that morning in early May. The sky was a cloudless, clear blue. The sun had risen as if it had bragging rights to both its own presence and potency. Its arrogance could only be tamed by the slight breeze that teased the trees into intermittent sways.
I huddled under my pillow and pulled the bedsheets closer to me in protest of the coming day. The same beautiful sun seemed to splatter through my window wall with the same harsh force that a person may experience after a ball of mud is slung at him; even with the shade pulled across it. That day, the mud was being slung at me, Jude Thompson, courtesy of Muscle Beach in the Mediterranean climate of Santa Monica, where I lived in a gated community, right on the beach. The metaphorical mud was being slung at me only because of the current state of my life.