PW #231: Middle Grade Contemporary (with a dash of magic): EIGHT TIMES CRAZY
Manuscript Status: Finished
Mentor: Jessica Vitalis
Mentee: Yael Mermelstein
Title: EIGHT TIMES CRAZY
Category: Middle Grade
Genre: Contemporary (with a dash of magic)
Word Count: 59,000
When twelve-year-old Orville receives a clue to his long-lost dad’s whereabouts, he’s determined to drive cross-country and bring him home. But after discovering Dad in a psychiatric-care facility, Orville’s convinced his own kernels of ‘crazy’ are destined to pop, dooming him to the same fate. Following the instructions of a magical new friend, Orville embarks on one last journey. If he’s successful, he’ll heal himself––and his broken family.
Pinning my hopes on a trip to the post office makes about as much sense as blowing the snowy fluff off a dandelion and expecting that to make my wish come true. But I’ve got an entire field full of reasons to believe in magic––wish-granting flowers and post offices included. Back when—
“Orville!” Mom shouts. “The white line in the middle of the road is an order, not a suggestion!”
Oops. I steer the car back on course and tug the sun-visor down.
“Good boy,” she says. “Keep a low profile.”
There’s nothing low profile about having your twelve-year-old at the wheel. Even if I’m so tall I look sixteen, the legal driving age in Liberty, New York. They don’t call me Beanstalk Bayswater for nothing. I’ve been the family chauffeur since my eleventh birthday and if you want to know the big secret of why, you’ll have to ask Mom because she won’t tell me.
Luckily, Dad taught me to drive when I was just a sprout. I can’t recall if his lap was bony or pillowy, if he curled his fingers around mine while I turned the key, or if he rested his chin against my head as we circled the pebbled lot behind an abandoned department store. That’s probably because I can fit all my dad-shaped memories into a single backpack––even one already stuffed with books.