For a while now, I have been working on my novel, and I’m proud to say that after rejection letters from every agent and publishing house I tried, I have self-published The Common Outcast. It’d mean the world to me if you could go and read it, because I’ve worked so hard for this, and I’m so proud that this day has finally arrived. I’ve been working on The Common Outcast for so long now, that it’s weird thinking about the fact that it isn’t just me that can read it anymore.
I’ll tell you a little bit about my novel, it’s a young adult fiction novel, with themes that are actually applicable to today’s society. It’s about a girl called Charlotte Scott. Charlotte is a fifteen year old who doesn’t have the easiest life, she’s a pedigree outcast. Charlotte made a lot of mistakes and she wants to make others aware of the consequences of their actions. The novel is quite sarcastic, Charlotte is certainly a sarcastic character, and she tends to have an opinion about everything. It’s very dramatic, and there’s even a fit, fake doctor.
Anyway, I thought I’d let you know that you can buy my book, and if you do, let me know what you think because literally worked so hard on it….
So it’s available as a paperback which is adorable, and you can buy it from;
Amazon UK; https://goo.gl/YgWzkg
Amazon US; https://goo.gl/4wCnma
And just because I have only listed the US and UK Amazon, you should be able to find it in other countries as well, I believe, if you just type in “The Common Outcast” and it should be by Grace E Kinbrough if you find it on there.
I have worked so hard on getting this novel ready to share with the world, and I wasn’t prepared in the slightest. it was just like boom, my novel is out. It’s quite a special moment for me because it’s my novel. I’ve worked my butt off to get here, and now the day has finally arrived.
So here is to, The Common Outcast.
Here’s a little preview of my novel, this is taken from Chapter Five, so please, if you like it, go and buy my novel!
“What’s your name?” He asked me, obviously checking to see if I had the concussion or something that would mess my brain up.
“Charlotte Summer Scott,” I responded.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” He held up his whole hand…he liked to make this so difficult obviously…
“Four fingers and one thumb, however, some people like to class the thumb as a finger. So either four fingers and one thumb or, five fingers. I guess it depends on your mood and how you feel about things. I mean do you class the thumb as a thumb or a finger? I mean if we can call a spade a spade then surely we can call a thumb a thumb and not a finger. I really don’t know why…” I was cut off by his lips on mine. I didn’t intend for my little speech to end this way, but it was a good way for it to end. I mean it could have been a lot worse.
I realised that I was best to cooperate with his lips, so in return, I kissed him back. Man, I loved him. See that’s the thing, he’s just so delicate, like a petal that I knew that if I didn’t agree with him then he would just leave and I’d lose him again. We’d previously fell out quite a few times, partially because to quote him I ‘don’t know how to keep my legs shut’ which in literal and metaphoric reasoning I did. I knew how to keep my legs shut. Although, legs don’t have doors on them so technically I feel like that phrase shouldn’t exist. I can understand when people say closed instead of shut, but shut would imply that they had a door on them in which they didn’t. Just imagine if instead of the legs that we know the human anatomy to have that instead, they had doors. Then that term would be valid.