Zoraida Córdova's Blog: Zoraida Says, page 13
April 16, 2012
THE VICIOUS DEEP BOOK TRAILER
Or, no seriously, The Vicious Deep Book Trailer..
PLUS, super giveaway!
But first,
the actual trailer.
Music by Danny Cordova. Yes, we are related. Thanks to Jen Lam @ Hypable.com for posting the trailer first. They rock. Also, shout out to ROADSPIN PRODUCTIONS for being so wonderful and patient. For their contact info, email me.
If you're wondering, those are lines straight from the book. That was my Coney Island. Now...for some swag. Here are the prizes...
What's in the baggies? RENEGADE swag!
Here is how you win! + 1 Leave a comment with your name + e-mail
+ 5 Tweet the trailer! Here is a sample tweet: @zlikeinzorro reveals book trailer for #TheViciousDeep http://bit.ly/HZHw6y #mermaids #iLoveTristanHart
(International)ENDS April, 22. Will draw 7 winners through random.org!
Easy peasy. You can do these daily! One entry per day. Go out and multiply via tweets, y'all.
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Happy fishing like, Zoraida
April 7, 2012
Lucky Seven!
Or, tag, you're it.
Mister E.C. Myers has tagged me The Lucky 7 game going around.
Here are the rules:
1. Go to the seventh or 77th page of our WIP (or latest book)
2. Count down 7 lines.
3. Copy the 7 sentences that follow and post them.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
Next up are
Jessica SpotswoodRick Lipman Tom RyanJennifer RushMcCormick Templeman Lindsay Cummings Gennifer Albin
boo ya like, Zoraida
Mister E.C. Myers has tagged me The Lucky 7 game going around.
Here are the rules:
1. Go to the seventh or 77th page of our WIP (or latest book)
2. Count down 7 lines.
3. Copy the 7 sentences that follow and post them.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
Next up are
Jessica SpotswoodRick Lipman Tom RyanJennifer RushMcCormick Templeman Lindsay Cummings Gennifer Albin
boo ya like, Zoraida
April 5, 2012
Launch Party Invitation Fail
Or, watch me give birth to a book in front of my closest friends, family, and kind strangers.
I was going to nix invitations for my launch party and do that Facebook and Paperless Post thingy. But when I got this CRAZY email from Vistaprint, I thought A MILLION % OFF!? I NEED INVITATIONS NOW.
And I did what any other Latin woman presented with a SALE would do-- I caved.
I uploaded Fancy Design #1, which I created a few weeks ago (just in case). It's a lovely design. It's blue. It has my cover. It has dates. But because the LAST event isn't finalized, I wanted to leave the time blank so I could write it in when I knew more. CRAZY SALE LADY TOOK OVER and I created Fancy Design #2.
I was so close to check-out when I realized a SLIVER of text was outside the "approved" margin. So I went back and had to re-upload the image.
Only, I uploaded the wrong image. The original one. Fancy Design #1.
See here.
Fancy Design #1 (confirmed event 1 & 2)
Fancy Design #2 (confirmed event 1 & 2)
Moral of the story: 1. double proof. even when you think you did it, do it again. 2. don't order things on sale at 5 A.M. after an 8 hour shift.3. don't worry so much. your launch party will be fine! with/without invitations. people will get there.
Also, you are ALL invited to my parties. Starting with Books of Wonder on May 1st @ 6 PM. Stay tuned for updates!
dream, dream, dream like, Zoraida
I was going to nix invitations for my launch party and do that Facebook and Paperless Post thingy. But when I got this CRAZY email from Vistaprint, I thought A MILLION % OFF!? I NEED INVITATIONS NOW.
And I did what any other Latin woman presented with a SALE would do-- I caved.
I uploaded Fancy Design #1, which I created a few weeks ago (just in case). It's a lovely design. It's blue. It has my cover. It has dates. But because the LAST event isn't finalized, I wanted to leave the time blank so I could write it in when I knew more. CRAZY SALE LADY TOOK OVER and I created Fancy Design #2.
I was so close to check-out when I realized a SLIVER of text was outside the "approved" margin. So I went back and had to re-upload the image.
Only, I uploaded the wrong image. The original one. Fancy Design #1.
See here.
Fancy Design #1 (confirmed event 1 & 2)
Fancy Design #2 (confirmed event 1 & 2)
Moral of the story: 1. double proof. even when you think you did it, do it again. 2. don't order things on sale at 5 A.M. after an 8 hour shift.3. don't worry so much. your launch party will be fine! with/without invitations. people will get there.
Also, you are ALL invited to my parties. Starting with Books of Wonder on May 1st @ 6 PM. Stay tuned for updates!
dream, dream, dream like, Zoraida
March 29, 2012
Vlog THIS!
Or, the Apocalypsies are taking suggestions.
Hey gang!
Here is a short survey from (some of) your favorite 2012 debut authors. We've started vlogging and we want to hear your suggestions :)
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March 20, 2012
Chapter 1...
Or, so...HEY! Chapter 1 of
The Vicious Deep
is up on the Sourcebooks site! CLICK ME
But also RIGHT HERE under the line break thing. Exciting things have been happening! We've shot the book trailer, launch dates have been scheduled, and I bought some new shampoo. Don't worry, for the next month, every little thing is going to be exciting.
Enjoy like,
Z
I hear the first wave before I see it—
Hear the rumble of the sky that reaches down to the belly of the sea, hear the clouds that appear out of nowhere. They churn and curl inside themselves in big gray mouths across the sky. The sky that up to a few seconds ago was perfect and blue.
I'm standing at the bottom of the lifeguard tower. The white-washed wood is warm where I lean my arm. It's supposed to be mine and Layla's shift, but I've given up my seat so she can sit with Maddy. Together they sit up top in that way girls do when they're joined in a single purpose—and that's loathing me with all their evil-eyed, purse-lipped, cross-armed attitude. And I take it like a man, because after what I did to Maddy, that's the least I can do to make things right.I can't shake the feeling of water stuck in my ear. But that could also be because I'm hungover, which means I shouldn't be swimming or actually trying to save anyone's life. I hate not showing up for work or a meet. I may be a lot of things, but flaky isn't one of them.
Behind me is a stretch of the Coney Island boardwalk, and behind that are Luna Park, Nathan's Hot Dogs, and the Cyclone. There's Sideshows by the Seashore and the unused parachute tower, which is the best place to take a girl on a cheap date after all the rides are shut down. I've come here every day since I can remember. There's just something in the air that makes you want to be here. It's in the screams and thrills of the rickety rides that have been running longer than most people's grandparents have been alive. In the food courts that sell you questionable but delicious meat. It is beauty and grime all mixed in one, and I love being in the middle of it. Plus, chicks love lifeguards.
Chicks who aren't Layla and Maddy—at least, not anymore. I can hear Maddy whisper to Layla, and both of them scoff. A group of girls walks past me. They're the same bunch of girls who have been pacing back and forth in bikinis too small for their goods, and on any other day, I wouldn't be complaining. They hold paddling boards with Hawaiian flower patterns on them, even though their hair is ironed perfectly straight and their fake eyelashes haven't been touched by the water.
I know what Maddy and Layla are thinking—that I'm enjoying the way these girls tiptoe around shells, winking in my direction. Sure, they're regular-hot, but they're doing the Lifeguard Catwalk from one end of the beach to the other. It's when girls are on the prowl to pick us up, and honestly, I'm not the only one they're checking out. No matter what a lifeguard looks like, the girls just go nuts. They're past our station now and halfway down to Jerry, who isn't exactly a girl magnet, but, hey, lifeguards are the more naked version of firemen—the girls just love the uniforms. In my case, the orange Speedo.
Suddenly, Layla's laugh cuts through the noise around us—girls giggling on beach towels taking turns pouring baby oil on their already browned shoulders, cops in a 4x4 giving some kids hell because they're drinking, two little girls fighting over a pink plastic shovel. Layla's laugh has a certain effect on me. It always comes from her gut when she thinks something is really funny. When we were little, we'd have contests to see who had the best evil-villain laugh. She'd always win. I glance up at her, and my hungover stomach does a flip. She smirks with her heart-shaped lips, listening to Maddy, who wears a T-shirt over her bathing suit. I can practically feel their eyes rolling into the back of their heads. Probably about me.
Something catches Layla's attention on the shore. She lowers the aviators she "borrowed" from her dad right to the tip of her nose. I follow her stare toward some guy wearing only ripped pants and looking like he just washed up on shore from a sinking ship. The water bounces off his shoulders like light on glass. I really hate kids who wear clothes to the beach. It's the beach. If you don't want to tan, stay at home. That must be the reason she's staring. He stands with one hand blocking the sun from his eyes, scanning the crowd. What he needs to look for is a pair of trunks and a towel.
I blow my whistle lightly, even though no one is doing anything wrong. The little girls still fighting over the shovel think it's at them, and they stop, so at least that's something.
That's when my ears start feeling clogged and my head a little fuzzy, like when I sit too long on the lifeguard tower without a cap. That's when people start standing up and looking out at the water. That's when people start screaming.
***
But also RIGHT HERE under the line break thing. Exciting things have been happening! We've shot the book trailer, launch dates have been scheduled, and I bought some new shampoo. Don't worry, for the next month, every little thing is going to be exciting.
Enjoy like,
Z
I hear the first wave before I see it—
Hear the rumble of the sky that reaches down to the belly of the sea, hear the clouds that appear out of nowhere. They churn and curl inside themselves in big gray mouths across the sky. The sky that up to a few seconds ago was perfect and blue.
I'm standing at the bottom of the lifeguard tower. The white-washed wood is warm where I lean my arm. It's supposed to be mine and Layla's shift, but I've given up my seat so she can sit with Maddy. Together they sit up top in that way girls do when they're joined in a single purpose—and that's loathing me with all their evil-eyed, purse-lipped, cross-armed attitude. And I take it like a man, because after what I did to Maddy, that's the least I can do to make things right.I can't shake the feeling of water stuck in my ear. But that could also be because I'm hungover, which means I shouldn't be swimming or actually trying to save anyone's life. I hate not showing up for work or a meet. I may be a lot of things, but flaky isn't one of them.
Behind me is a stretch of the Coney Island boardwalk, and behind that are Luna Park, Nathan's Hot Dogs, and the Cyclone. There's Sideshows by the Seashore and the unused parachute tower, which is the best place to take a girl on a cheap date after all the rides are shut down. I've come here every day since I can remember. There's just something in the air that makes you want to be here. It's in the screams and thrills of the rickety rides that have been running longer than most people's grandparents have been alive. In the food courts that sell you questionable but delicious meat. It is beauty and grime all mixed in one, and I love being in the middle of it. Plus, chicks love lifeguards.
Chicks who aren't Layla and Maddy—at least, not anymore. I can hear Maddy whisper to Layla, and both of them scoff. A group of girls walks past me. They're the same bunch of girls who have been pacing back and forth in bikinis too small for their goods, and on any other day, I wouldn't be complaining. They hold paddling boards with Hawaiian flower patterns on them, even though their hair is ironed perfectly straight and their fake eyelashes haven't been touched by the water.
I know what Maddy and Layla are thinking—that I'm enjoying the way these girls tiptoe around shells, winking in my direction. Sure, they're regular-hot, but they're doing the Lifeguard Catwalk from one end of the beach to the other. It's when girls are on the prowl to pick us up, and honestly, I'm not the only one they're checking out. No matter what a lifeguard looks like, the girls just go nuts. They're past our station now and halfway down to Jerry, who isn't exactly a girl magnet, but, hey, lifeguards are the more naked version of firemen—the girls just love the uniforms. In my case, the orange Speedo.
Suddenly, Layla's laugh cuts through the noise around us—girls giggling on beach towels taking turns pouring baby oil on their already browned shoulders, cops in a 4x4 giving some kids hell because they're drinking, two little girls fighting over a pink plastic shovel. Layla's laugh has a certain effect on me. It always comes from her gut when she thinks something is really funny. When we were little, we'd have contests to see who had the best evil-villain laugh. She'd always win. I glance up at her, and my hungover stomach does a flip. She smirks with her heart-shaped lips, listening to Maddy, who wears a T-shirt over her bathing suit. I can practically feel their eyes rolling into the back of their heads. Probably about me.
Something catches Layla's attention on the shore. She lowers the aviators she "borrowed" from her dad right to the tip of her nose. I follow her stare toward some guy wearing only ripped pants and looking like he just washed up on shore from a sinking ship. The water bounces off his shoulders like light on glass. I really hate kids who wear clothes to the beach. It's the beach. If you don't want to tan, stay at home. That must be the reason she's staring. He stands with one hand blocking the sun from his eyes, scanning the crowd. What he needs to look for is a pair of trunks and a towel.
I blow my whistle lightly, even though no one is doing anything wrong. The little girls still fighting over the shovel think it's at them, and they stop, so at least that's something.
That's when my ears start feeling clogged and my head a little fuzzy, like when I sit too long on the lifeguard tower without a cap. That's when people start standing up and looking out at the water. That's when people start screaming.
***
March 4, 2012
Bloggers of the Deep
Dear Reader,
The Vicious Deep is less than two months away! Keep a look-out for the wonderful team of bloggers called, Blogger of the Deep . Whenever you see these icons, you'll know you've spotted someone part of #teammermaid
swim with mermaids like,
Zoraida
The Vicious Deep is less than two months away! Keep a look-out for the wonderful team of bloggers called, Blogger of the Deep . Whenever you see these icons, you'll know you've spotted someone part of #teammermaid
swim with mermaids like,
Zoraida
February 28, 2012
Post Book Deal Surprises
Vlog #2 of the Apocalypsies
February 22, 2012
Goodreads Giveaway!
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Goodreads Book Giveaway
The Vicious Deep by Zoraida Córdova Giveaway ends March 21, 2012.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter to win
Goodreads Book Giveaway
The Vicious Deep by Zoraida Córdova Giveaway ends March 21, 2012. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter to win
February 17, 2012
The Apocalypsies are VLOGGING
Or, another way to shove my face in your face.
also, i love that the still it freezes on is the frame that says "flight attendant."
enjoy like,
Zoraida
also, i love that the still it freezes on is the frame that says "flight attendant."
enjoy like,
Zoraida
February 10, 2012
my naked iPhone
Or, even my cell gets a mer-make-over.
I've been trying to find a case for my phone, but it's so hard. Everything is bulky and ugly and rubbery. Sure, it'll prevent my phone from cracking if I were to hurl it across my living room in a fit. But for the sake of getting something pretty, I've decided to just NOT put my phone in danger. I was lucky enough to find this website: Society6 where people go to buy affordable art. I've found some pretty fly things. Check it.
See? How could I not have a hard time choosing? I'm pretty sure I'm going with this last pink one. What do you thinks?
I've been trying to find a case for my phone, but it's so hard. Everything is bulky and ugly and rubbery. Sure, it'll prevent my phone from cracking if I were to hurl it across my living room in a fit. But for the sake of getting something pretty, I've decided to just NOT put my phone in danger. I was lucky enough to find this website: Society6 where people go to buy affordable art. I've found some pretty fly things. Check it.
See? How could I not have a hard time choosing? I'm pretty sure I'm going with this last pink one. What do you thinks?
