The Year That Changed Ally Carter’s Life (Except It Didn’t)
Ally Carter‘s debut novel, Cheating at Solitaire, came out last November, and she’ll tell you a little bit about her forthcoming YA novel, I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You, in the essay below. But as she explains, sometimes the difference even a hugely successful year makes in a writer’s life isn’t that much difference at all.
It’s almost Valentine’s Day, or as I like to call it, National Chocolate Day (because, really, isn’t that more inclusive?), and I can’t help but think about Valentine’s Days past. Remember when we covered shoeboxes with red velvet and everyone in class got a card from everyone else? Remember when flowers poured from the principal’s office like it was the Rose Parade and the hallway was Main Street in Pasadena?
Last Valentine’s Day, I had a nice day job and a publishing deal for Cheating at Solitaire and its sequel, Learning to Play Gin. I had a big box of chocolates and the notion that 2005 was going to be a good year. But in March, things changed. In March, it became a great year. It became—in a word—significant.
That’s when my agent asked if I’d ever wanted to write a young adult novel, and even though I sometimes doubt that I ever was a young adult (those Rose Parade-like flowers weren’t flowing to me), I said yes. By April I had an idea I loved and three sample chapters. By May, I had a deal with Hyperion which was significant, or at least Publisher’s Lunch thought so—it had the requisite zeros.
I’ll never forget that phone call from my agent, especially her parting words: don’t quit your day job.
Then June came and the call from Disney and the film option and yet another warning from my agent: don’t quit your day job.
Then came a number of foreign rights deals and an audio book deal, and you guessed it, I still didn’t quit my day job.
12 February 2006 | guest authors |
Jessica Anthony’s Best Story Ever
I first discovered Jessica Anthony when I heard her reading from “The Rust Preventer” at an event for Best New American Voices 2006 (which is also how I met Amber Dermont), by the way). Jessica’s work has also appeared in Best American Nonrequired Reading, McSweeney’s, New American Writing, Mid-American Review, and many other fine publications. Her first novel is dangerously close to completion, and when asked to tell Beatrice readers about her favorite short story, she took a clever tack (along with her unique author picture).

Dear Reader,
The best thing about writing an essay like this (“Name a Short Story Or Novel That Has Influenced You And Why”) is that the assignment carries with it a whiff of elementary school’s classic biftek: “What I Did Last Summer.”
The problem was that I never really did anything over the summer. I grew up in a small agricultural community. I had a dog and a backyard. I climbed trees. Do children even climb trees anymore? I ran around in shorts with my shirt off. I played a lot of badminton. Mostly, I read. But “I read” is not a very exciting answer for “What I Did Over the Summer,” so I often made a few important embellishments to my essay which included things like rescuing puppies from high places, throwing rocks through the window of a limousine, and accidentally setting the carpet on fire.
But that’s not why I’m here today. I?m here to talk about a short story or novel that has influenced my writing, and you have been very patient to wait so long, and so without further ado, I present to you the title of the aforementioned, extremely influential story. Here it is:
METAMORPHOCATCHHARRISONMOBYLOLITARTISTNOT
ESFROMFRANKENBARTLEBYSTRANGERBREAKFASTHUC
KCIVILWARLAND84SHORTHAPPYLIFEOFQUIXOTEGULLI
VER’SPERFECTDAYFORONEFLEWOVERTHEMOCKINGBIR
DCANDIDECOSMICONNECTICUTYANKEEANIMALWORLD
ACCORDINGTOGATSBYALONELYHUNTERGREATEXPECT
AONEHUNDREDYEARSOFULYSSES.
10 February 2006 | selling shorts |

It’s almost Valentine’s Day, or as I like to call it, National Chocolate Day (because, really, isn’t that more inclusive?), and I can’t help but think about Valentine’s Days past. Remember when we covered shoeboxes with red velvet and everyone in class got a card from everyone else? Remember when flowers poured from the principal’s office like it was the Rose Parade and the hallway was Main Street in Pasadena?
Our Endless and Proper Work is my new book with Belt Publishing about starting (and sticking to) a productive writing practice. 
