KSM, Characterfest & a quick prompt

You all are really making me work! I have reached my blogfest limit!

• Starting today is Laura's Character Blogfest! (Feb 23-25) After I mention a few current events, I'll let  tell you about my super-duper dude!
• Next Tuesday, Jan 31, is the last day for Auntie Tara's short story prompt - J.A., Thanks for participating! We'll see if more have time next month...
• On Wednesday, Feb 1st 2 things are going on!
• The Insecure Writers Support Group - and I've got a doozy!

• Critique my blog Blogfest by Teralyn - I'm curious to see other blogs and see how I'm doin!
• There's so much going on in Feb! Check out my side bar...

• The newest is the Origins blogfest on Feb 13th, another Alex co-sponsored event, with DL Hammons at Cruising Altitude, Katie Mills - Creepy Query Girl and Matthew MacNish at The QQQE. That Alex gets around!

Now on with the Characterfest!

I am excited about this blogfest. It got me thinking about a WIP I have been dying to get back into. It’s called BROKEN BRANCH FALLS, my MG Urban Fantasy. And so I’d like to introduce you to…

Gabe Thorntry!

Gabe is a teenage Goblin, a Junior at Gingko High, the only species integrated high school in the area. He has an identity crisis, not wanting to conform to the Goblin traditional stereotypes, like doing the jocks’ homework and playing in the band. He wants to break the rules and try new things.

Here is a snippet from Broken Branch Falls…

I thread through the halls without further incident. But just as I reach my next class, three jumbo size ogres accost me, and ogres are twice my height to begin with. The largest of the ogre clan are on the football team. These buffoons pick me up and throw me into the bathroom. Luckily it’s the boys’ room.

The leader hefts me by the front of my shirt and holds me against the wall. I squirm as the hand blower pokes into my back.

“Where’s my homework, Gabby?”

I almost faint from the malignant breath. It’s lethal to smaller creatures. But these oafs don’t intimidate me. I go through this on a regular basis. “If you put me down, I’ll get it out for you, Recker,” I say. Why doesn’t he ever just ask for it?

“Good. If you didn’t, I’d’ve had to mash you!” His friends grunt and pound their meaty fists as Recker sets me down.

I open a folder and pull out his paper. Recker snatches it.

“It ain’t a A, is it?” he asks, scrunching his gruesome face at it. He could’ve broken a mirror if there were any in here.

“A high C at best,” I tell him. “May I go to class now?”

“Yuh. Just watch yourself, Gabby. Don’t make me mash you!” he says again. I leave them puzzling over the completed assignment and slip into class as the tardy bell rings.

Thanks for reading! What blogfests are you excited about? What's going on in your writing week?