Best. Mother’s Day Gift. Ever.



(Him: What’s a selfie? Me: Are you for real?)

People don’t know this, but I’m not the only writer in my family. My husband (whom I met in a college English class) wrote this poem for me for Mother’s Day. If it’s not funny to you, that’s okay. He’s an acquired taste. But I laughed so hard I cried–real tears rolling down my cheeks. Who doesn’t want to be called a leprechaun on Mother’s Day?


“There Would Be No You”


Without leprechauns, there would be no rainbows,

Without unicorns, there would be no leprechauns,

Without symphonies, there would be no music,

And without mothers, there would be no you.

But there are rainbows,

And there are unicorns,

unicorns prancing like ponies

And there are leprechauns at the symphony every day, listening, living,


And most of all, there are mothers,

And there is you

You are our rainbow, our symphony, our leprechaun

Without mothers, there would be no you.

Secret Number Crunching of a Midlist Author

Who’s ready for some honesty?

I think some people have the wrong idea about living the author dream. Why? Because we authors are tight-lipped about our failures. Based on my twitter feed, all my author friends only get good news. Movie deals! Blurbs from J.K. Rowling! Round-the-world tours with packed audiences at every stop!

Um. Really?


(Also the look I give my kids when they ask to go to Chuck E. Cheese.) Don’t get me wrong, I put my good news out there too. After all, I want people to read my books, not think I’m a whining, self-pitying ingrate—I save that side of me for the people I live with! Lucky them. But I sometimes wonder if we authors aren’t all feeling a little loser-ish about the same completely normal parts of this business. Don’t we all have holes in our jeans? Or in our yoga pants?

So. Here are some real numbers. No whining. No self-pitying. Just some midlist honesty in all its unsung glory.


5: Number of times people have asked me how much I make.

5: Number of times I have politely declined to answer that question.

0: Number of times people have asked my husband how much he makes.

10: Number of agents I queried on my first batch of send outs. All rejections.

1: Number of times I’ve met my agent Mandy Hubbard in real life. (Hard to believe that we don’t sit in a NYC coffee shop weekly and discuss art and cinema and fancy stuff.)

3: Number of times we’ve talked on the phone.

A zillion: Number of emails between us.

1: Number of professional reviews I’ve cried over.

1: Number of non-professional reviews I’ve cried over.

At least 10: Number of bad reviews I’ve genuinely laughed over.

At least 4: Number of author events I’ve done where crickets chirped and there were fewer guests than bookstore employees.

3: Number of half-novels I’ve written and abandoned in the last 12 months. That’s a lot of words, folks.

3: Number of picture book manuscripts I have in a drawer that I think aren’t too bad.

40,000: Number of words from 1st draft of The Space Between Us I threw into the trash (laughing with a hysterical gleam in my eye, maybe crying a little) before starting all over again.

10: Number of years between envisioning the prologue of Virtuosity and publication.

0: Number of times I read any of my books after the last edit. I barely even remember what Virtuosity is about. Violin or something.

1: Number of times I’ve visited “publishing” in New York City.

1: Number of laptops I wrote all four books on.

1: Number of royalty checks I’ve received.

A gazillion: Number of times I’ve said to my husband, “This is the last book I write. It’s too hard. Don’t let me do this again.”

Same gazillion: Number of times he’s said, “Sure thing, honey.”


Terra Elan McVoy’s Criminal, Out in Paperback!

Nikki’s life is far from perfect, but at least she has Dee. Her friends tell her that Dee is no good, but Nikki can’t imagine herself without him. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, he has her initials tattooed over his heart, and she loves him more than anything. There’s nothing Nikki wouldn’t do for Dee. Absolutely nothing.

So when Dee pulls Nikki into a crime—a crime that ends in murder—Nikki tells herself that it’s all for true love. Nothing can break them apart. Not the police. Not the arrest that lands Nikki in jail. Not even the investigators who want her to testify against him.

But what if Dee had motives that Nikki knew nothing about? Nikki’s love for Dee is supposed to be unconditional…but even true love has a limit. And Nikki just might have reached hers.

Beyond the Book: Terra’s Thoughts

In advice to writers, Stephen King says, “Write the truth.”

Ernest Hemingway also famously said, “Write what you know.”

My thesis director and writing mentor, Mark Winegardner, went further to say, “Write what you most want to understand.”

It was this thought that motivated me to start writing Criminal. In 2011, I heard about a murder case in which a young man was accused of killing one of his girlfriend’s parents, out in broad day. When I discovered he had an accomplice—another young woman with whom he’d also been romantically involved—I was even more intrigued.

“Who would do such a thing? And why?” Of course I was thinking of the shooter, but really I was most perplexed by the second girlfriend—the one who allegedly helped him do it. Who was she? Why did she go along with it? Did she know about his other girlfriend? And what happened to her after the fact?

Reading helps us to imagine things we haven’t experienced on our own, and to, ultimately, empathize with our fellow humans. In writing Criminal, I aimed to explain to myself—and to therefore understand—what it would be like to be a girl very different from me and most of the characters in my other books: someone without resources, without confidence, without an education or good family, and often without hope—so much so that she’d participate in such a horrible crime.

The result of my imaginings (and my research) is in this book. I didn’t write it to justify, or excuse, any kind of criminal behavior in the slightest. Instead I hope that in doing so, my readers and I can get closer to understanding that people who make terrible choices like this are more than just the results of their crimes.