Wake the Moon {the story behind the story & giveaway}

Demons laugh, light fades, and Jesse must battle his own darkness to wake the sleeping girl.


{Behind the Story}

Wake the Moon was inspired by a friend of mine asking, ‘what would happen if Sleeping Beauty couldn’t wake up?’ I took that concept (with their permission; in fact they shared it with “here’s a story idea for you, Annie”) and mulled over it for several months before finally sitting down to weave this story. 

Sleeping Beauty can’t wake up. 

It started out unexpectedly, with a male POV that I learned was our hero. It didn’t stay true to the Sleeping Beauty story, but some of the elements are still there. It’s more of a new story, now, less of a retelling. And there’s a spiritual angle that startled me at first. 


It scared me. I’ve never been so alarmed by words that came out of my fingers before. And at the same time I loved every minute of it. It didn’t take me very long to write, and then I just sat and stared at the finished first draft for a long time before hiding it and not thinking about it for a while. 

In May, I was trying to think of a fairy tale I could share with the Fellowship of Fantasy for their fairy tale anthology. I thought over it a lot, started a few things, and finally remembered that I had a vaguely Sleeping Beauty story in my back file. So I pulled it out, asked for beta readers, and launched into editing. 

It’s not very long, this little story of mine, but I hope you enjoy it.



{Book Description}

Rescue a princess, meet a mermaid, win your reward.
The authors of the Fellowship of Fantasy tackle fairy tales from once upon a time to happily ever after. Explore twists on old tales and brand new magical stories. Meet feisty mermaids, friendly lampposts, and heroes who just might be monsters themselves.
This fourth anthology from the Fellowship of Fantasy will lead you on a quest for entertainment and storm the castle of your imagination. So make a wish and enter the deep dark woods to find stories that will make you laugh, shiver, and maybe even fall in love.









Cinders by Kendra E. Ardnek
When the fairy Jalia receives a plea for her aid, it seems a routine Cinderella rescue – until she only finds the family’s pet cats.
At The Corner of Elm & Main by H. L. Burke
A sweet-natured lamppost dreams of seeing the world. When magic grants his wish, how will he use it? 

Tears of the Seaby Savannah Jezowski
When Le Rae indulges her fascination with the forbidden sand walkers, she discovers more than danger in the shallow waters.
Steelhandby Ashley Capes
When a man with a mechanical hand hears a woman’s ethereal voice calling for help, he must brave the steel forest to rescue her from a foul Alchemist.
King or Beggar by D. G. Driver
When a king’s spoiled, conceited daughter refuses and insults every nobleman asking for her hand in marriage, he stops giving her a choice.
The Girl Who Talked by Birds by Kristen S. Walker
A young girl’s already isolated existence is worsened by the emergence of strange abilities.
The Princess and the Stone-Picker by Sarah Ashwood
“Those whose eyes are nearest to the ground are those who see its treasures.” A humble stone-picker’s mysterious remark sends a spoiled princess pursuing answers.
Wake the Moon by Annie Louise Twitchell
Demons laugh, light fades, and Jesse must battle his own darkness to wake the sleeping girl.
The Greatest Adventure by J.M. Hackman
A beautiful slave girl, hidden Fire Diamonds, and a wily dragon give Firebrand Aideen Siriol his greatest adventure yet.
Third Princess by Emily Martha Sorensen
The youngest of three always succeeds after the older two fail. But what if the older two aren’t willing to fail?
A Week after Midnight by Alex McGilvery
The prince is so shy he needed a ball to find a wife. What will he do when she moves in?
Being Seen by Gretchen E. K. Engel
Just because Ilmara is invisible, doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist.
The Quest for a Wide-Awake Princess by Lia London
Prince Jack needs to find a suitable princess, but he’d settle for one who’s not snoring.
How to Hide a Prince by E.J. Kitchens
Princess Fiona is destined to save a prince, but would kissing a talking frog free a prince, or curse them both?
Believing Fairytales by Arthur Daigle
Some fairy tales are true. The dangerous ones are partly true.
The Loathly Princess of Edimor by L. Palmer
Princess Selene always gets her desire. When she asks to escape a marriage by transforming into a swan, the witch who helps her has other plans.


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International: (All books are ebooks of the winner’s file format of choice) 

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Comment Giveaway: The person who comments the most across the whole blog tour will win some sneak peeks of featured author’s works-in-progress!

~Annie

Fellowship of Fantasy: Magical May Giveaway



The Fellowship of Fantasy has banded together once more to bring you an awesome giveaway!

You can win a Spell Book Journal (with a WAND PEN!)
and an ebook collection of Fellowship of Fantasy authors!


You can win the following Fellowship of Fantasy Titles:









Spellsmith & Carver: Magicians’ Rivalry by H. L. Burke



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Jump: The Things I Remind Myself

Jump: The Things I Remind Myself is here! Order your copy on Amazon, in paperback or Kindle format (or both!)

Here’s some of my posts from the Facebook launch party:


So the title of the book is Jump: The Things I Remind Myself

I picked this title because of one of the poems in the book, the only one of my own that I have actually memorized. It’s called Jump:
All she wanted

was a hand to holdas she jumped off the cliffuntil she learned that maybejumping off the cliff was really justthe metaphor for taking a stepall by herselfwithout a hand to hold.

As some of you may know, I have anxiety, and I go between being super excited about all this adult stuff and doing my writing and presenting it to the world, and completely losing my mind in endless worries and meltdowns over it. I wrote the poem Jump almost a year ago. Actually, it sort of wrote itself. I looked down at my paper and there it was. I have always remembered it since then, without really sitting down to memorize it.

As some of my brothers can tell you, we used to go jumping off this little cliff at my aunt’s house when we were little. (That was one of the things my dad wished I hadn’t told him, about twelve years after the fact.) It wasn’t a cliff, exactly, it was this steep bank in a gravel pit. We would jump out, and about three feet down we’d hit the bank and slide down the rest of the way. Those few seconds in midair were heaven. I felt like a butterfly, like I could just drift off on a passing breeze.
At some point I got scared of jumping. I got scared of testing things. I got scared of trying out new things and exploring and poking at things with a stick (or my bare hands) and just generally being curious. And while I’m working over that, and I’ll tell you about the adventure I had yesterday when I temporarily misplaced myself, I’m still can be nervous about people. I’m not nearly as bad as I was about Spinner of Secrets, but it is still a process.
This book has been a stretch. It’s been pushing myself. To do Spinner of Secrets, I had to learn to let other people help me. To do Jump, I had to do it myself. I had to just sit down and do it. It was hard. It’s been so incredibly worth it, and this is the first day the book is public.
Anyway. Here’s a pair of butterflies. (I did take this one myself.)




What’s up next?

The Ocean And I is a short scrapbook type collection of poetry, prose, and photos. Not 100% sure when that will be coming out, but it should be in the next few weeks.

No Dragons, Please! is a children’s short story I wrote for my youngest brother a couple years ago, that I’m revising for publication in November. Here’s my absolute favorite line from that one:


“I told you, I don’t know how to fight a dragon! The last thing I want to do is get killed!”

“If you’re avoiding death, maybe you should have considered an occupation other than a knight,” Ninnia muttered.

Amazon – Jump: The Things I Remind Myself

Jump: Release Party!

Jump: The Things I Remind Myself releases on August 20th (assuming the last bug with the cover format works out – cross your fingers!)

I’ll be posting videos, answers questions, and running a giveaway, over on my Facebook page. The event runs from 7pm to 8pm EDT, but I will probably leave the giveaway open for a couple days for those who can’t make it.

Jump: The Things I Remind Myself also includes ten pencil sketches! I’m so happy with the quality of the printing job, and excited to share them with you!
This event is all online, so if you mark that you’re attending the party, you’ll get notified when I make a post in the discussion for you to interact with. 

Project Canvas



I AM SO EXCITED GUYS

OKAY LOOK AT THIS:



This is going to be so much fun and it looks like we’re going to have a great team of writers giving tips and hints and articles. I hope to learn a lot from this book and I hope I can help out some people.




What am I writing about? At the moment, the only article I’m signed up to write is about writing adult characters when you’re a teen. I’m nineteen, so halfway between, but (insert me cringing a lot because I’m kind of bragging about myself) I can write pretty good adult characters in my books. It didn’t come easily – I wasn’t happy with them, so I fought and fought with them for a long time before getting my head to behave so I could write them.

Project Canvas Book

Other topics I’m vaguely interested in, include writing through anxiety and depression; what to do when your head won’t shut up; the value of company even when you’re an introvert. These are just kind of vague ideas and I don’t know if I’ll do anything with them. There’s a lot of other people collaborating on this, so I think most of those are covered already.

Anywho! This is the newest thing I’m up to.

Drop a comment if you have suggestions for an article I should research writing, or something you think we should include.

~Annie Lou

Words, Collection Two

Sometimes I hang out with people who say really funny things. I’m sorry, people. If you don’t want to be written about then you probably shouldn’t hang out with me. 
These two have been sitting in my draft email on my tablet for a while. See, I can edit a draft email on my tablet even if I don’t have an internet connection – while we’re driving down deer infested roads at nine o’clock at night, for example. Although usually I’m too busy watching out for deer to be writing. But anyway. I have a draft email that is now at least several hundred words long, full of random lines and thoughts and such like the two below.

I’m very busy working on my Camp Nano project so this is a short blog post, sorry. I’m almost at my word count goal and I would really like to finish by the end of the month so I can win. It is very satisfying.

Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell

Words, Collection One

Don’t say I didn’t warn you! 
People who hang out with me have hopefully acquired a general understanding that I file almost everything I see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. I have very large files. So if we’ve had a conversation at some point, and you find yourself reading something of mine that sounds very familiar, that’s probably because it is.
Okay, so I haven’t actually made that into a t-shirt because the printer was acting up and wouldn’t talk to my computer, so then my computer got upset and wouldn’t talk to the printer, so I was stuck with all kinds of things to print and nowhere to print them to.
I watch people and then I think how to describe them. Sorry, guys. Deal with it.

At least this friend knew what she was in for.
This thought of mine made my parents wonder what they’d done wrong raising me. I don’t know why they wondered that because it seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do. My mother was also bothered the other night because I was wondering what it would look like if Mr. Spock had to substitute for Santa Claus.
And this gem. 🙂 

Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell