Self publishing

Less than one month until publication date (and some on-going giveaways)!

Publication date is getting nearer and nearer…So exciting!

Here are a few updates:

  • I have a full cover!

Full cover

  • I ordered 5 proofs copies of ONE TWO THREE, these will be my only paperback ARCS! 🙂
  • Giveaway (e-ARC and $25 donation on DonorsChoose,org): I was interviewed by the lovely Bridgid Gallagher for YA buccaneers. If you want to know more about my publication process and possibly win an ARC (e-book) + a $25 donation to the literacy/book project of your choice on, you can read it and enter here.
  • Giveaway:  The Goodreads Giveaway is still on-going. You can win a signed ARC (paperback) of ONE TWO THREE.

Goodreads Book Giveaway

One, Two, Three... by Elodie Nowodazkij

One, Two, Three…

by Elodie Nowodazkij

Giveaway ends June 09, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

  • Do you want to participate in ONE TWO THREE´s Book Blitz organized by Xpresso Book Tours? You can sign up here. The blitz will run from June 26th to July 1st, 2014, you can post on any day during this window. There will be excerpts, a playlist, and guest posts/interviews available for your post, and every participant will be able to host a giveaway for one ebook copy and/or share the blitz-wide giveaway (incl. 50$ gift card, signed copy & more).


  • And I created buttons 🙂 Don´t hesitate to grab one for your website!

Here is the first one

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Exclusive: First chapter of ONE TWO THREE

ONE TCover 3WO THREE is coming out on June 26th…Yesterday, I received my copy edits from the wonderful Danielle and Lorrie from Double Vision Editorial. It’s surreal and crazy and insane and amazing and I cannot wait for my little story to find its way onto the world. As soon as I’m done with copy editing, it will go off to formatting and then the first e-ARCs and ARCs will find their first readers.

Today, I’m sharing an exclusive preview: the entire first chapter of ONE TWO THREE…There might still be a few typos, they will be corrected for the final version.


Chapter 1

Chopin’s music is the soundtrack of my life.

Papa played his most heart-wrenching waltzes, Mama used his nocturnes as lullabies when I was little, and my legs itched to form an arabesque whenever I heard Polonaises op. 40. Chopin used to be my escape, a way to dream about the future, about everything I wanted—from finally not being scared of falling in love to dancing the role of Cinderella one day at the Bolshoi Theater in Moscow.

But that was before.

The somber melody of Chopin’s Prelude op. 28 oppresses me. That piece is also called “Suffocation.” How fitting. Mama listens to it on repeat. She’s slumped at the living room table in the far corner. Only one of the lights is working and the darkness almost settles around her as she pours herself one shot of vodka after the other.

“Mama, you need to go to sleep,” I tell her for the fifth time. She’s downing the bottle as if there’s no tomorrow, and maybe that’s what she’s hoping for. Her head wobbles from one side to another. She’s already far gone. I missed my doctor’s appointment today because she was too drunk to drive me. I had to lie for her again. Dr. Gibson bought it, and we rescheduled for two weeks. He agreed that as long as I followed his advice (wearing my knee brace, doing my strength exercises, and no jumps) I could volunteer at the community center to help little kids learn to dance. He even gave my name to the volunteer coordinator there. She was looking for a college student, but I convinced her during the interview that even though I was only seventeen, she should still give me a chance. If I do well with the kids this Saturday, I’ll get to help out every weekend for a few hours.

Mama stands up, swaying around with the bottle in her hand.

“I need you out of my face,” she slurs and pushes me away. I wouldn’t have stumbled before. After all, balance is everything for a ballerina, but my knee brace makes my movements awkward. I stumble into the bookshelves holding my babushka’s favorite novels from Tolstoy and Shakespeare: she loved Anna Karenina and Romeo and Juliet. She always laughed about a pamphlet Tolstoy wrote that criticized Shakespeare, and she could talk for hours about literature. If my babushka were here, maybe she’d be able to get through to Mama. But at the same time, I’m relieved she didn’t see how her family crumbled to pieces after the accident.

“It was my fault!” Mama’s words cut through my heart, knowing I can’t seem to convince her otherwise. “It was my fault,” she whispers. “I killed him!” Her voice goes crescendo.  “I don’t want to see you! Get out!”

My stomach clenches. No matter how many times she pushes me away, I still have the same reaction: I want to comfort her, to remind her she’s not responsible.

I am.

“You weren’t in the car.” I use my most soothing voice. “I was. You didn’t do anything.”

“I told you to get out!” Mama is in my face, but I don’t flinch. Even though her fury scares the crap out of me, she never hit me. Not once, despite being drunk more often than not, ever since the accident.

“Listen, Mama.”

“You listen.” She points a wobbly finger at me, her usual striking features are contorted in a mask of despair: her mascara trails down her cheeks with her tears, her blue eyes, a bit clearer than Papa’s and mine, are all puffed up, and the mouth that can curve into a beautiful smile is a thin line. “I want you out. If only you didn’t ask him to drive you back.”

I didn’t want him to drive me back on that day, but he didn’t leave me a choice. I wanted to know why he was so angry. I wanted him to talk to me. But I had to be back at school. He understood how much it all meant to me, and he insisted I couldn’t miss my plane.

“If only—” She doesn’t finish her sentence, instead she downs another shot. “Just go!”

I clutch the necklace my parents gave me for my thirteenth birthday. The silver chain holds the pendant I had been eyeing for weeks: ballet shoes with pale pink diamond. Papa told me it would be my lucky charm. I was wearing it for my first callbacks at the School of Performing Arts. It was with me the day I received my first big role. But it didn’t protect us from the accident. Touching it calms and burns me at the same time, but I don’t have it in me to take it off.

“Mama,” I try again.

“I killed him!” Mama screams so loudly the entire neighborhood might hear her. There are only fifteen houses or so scattered in our little community, but they’ve been here forever. When we moved into my babushka’s house two weeks ago, they all welcomed us with open arms, giving us apple pies and casseroles. Mama put on her show: she thanked them all profusely but still downed half a bottle of vodka as soon as she closed the door.

This house used to be synonymous with summer fun and spending time with my best friend, Becca, with my parents at least pretending to get along so as not to worry my grandmother or their friends. But this is not the house I would choose to come back to after everything that has happened. My babushka passed away last January and left the house to my parents. I asked Mama why we couldn’t start fresh somewhere far away. She said tears don’t care where you are, that sadness follows you everywhere, and at least in the little town she grew up in and where we spent every summer, her friends could help her find a job. She’s starting as part-time secretary at Becca’s dad’s law firm tomorrow.   Staying in our house in Maine was too expensive anyway. Another reason why moving to Everbird in New Jersey made sense according to her.

The pressure in my chest builds up, but crying won’t change a thing. There’s no way she’ll listen to me now, no matter how angry or sad I am.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I grab my coat and my backpack and close the door, not bothering to hide my scar under makeup like I usually do.  When the car crashed against the tree, pieces of the windows stuck in my skin and ripped part of my left cheek. The surgery left a red trail, starting in the middle of my cheek and spreading to my ear.

But I don’t care about my face right now, I need to get to a place that can quiet my thoughts, and stop the sadness from pouring into my veins like a never-ending torrent. The lake that’s less than a mile from our home has always been my special place during the summers. It’s where Becca taught me how to swim and where we named ourselves “Sirens for Life.” It’s where I always went to practice secretly after my curfew and where I have the best memories of my parents. Before Mama’s drinking got the best of her, before their fights, before the crash that took Papa and my dreams.

The shortcut to the lake from our home is a dirt road that isn’t well lit, but I know the way by heart. I hurry down the path, tuning my iPod to Chopin’s happier music. But I can’t drown out Mama’s voice. It resonates in my head. It’s my fault! I know she’s wrong because she’s not the one who killed him. I did. If only I didn’t get into an argument with him in the car. If only I had warned him about the truck. I bite back a sob and rip off my knee brace to walk even faster. At first, my knee is stiff, but at least I can extend my leg much better now.

Seeing the lake calms me down, soothes me. This place is always crowded in the summer, but on this crisp September night, there’s no one. The lights surrounding the area flicker, the tall trees leave interesting shadows on the ground, and a discarded pink umbrella stands next to the bench by the grilling area. I turn up the volume of my iPod even more, settle on the bench, and search through my backpack. My pointes show the wear and tear of the last years, and no matter how much I scrub, there’s one smudge that doesn’t want to go away.

Memories flash back when I slip them on: my father handing me a bouquet of lilies after each of my recitals, the crew from the School of Performing Arts sneaking out to get ice cream, the summers I spent on the raft at the lake with Becca and my babushka, the hours at the barre.

Everything’s gone.

Dancing’s always been my escape from reality: from the fights my parents had more and more often, from my babushka passing away all alone at the hospital because no one told me she was sick, from my fears of letting anyone get really close.

Dancing’s always been my future.

Dancing’s always been who I am. So even if I can’t dance like I used to, even if I can’t put too much pressure on my knee, I’m convinced I’ll train my way back to the top, that I’ll show Dr. Gibson and the rest of them that they got it wrong, when they said it was very unlikely I would ever go back on stage. Juilliard postponed my audition and the director of the School of Performing Arts told he was holding a spot for me if I wanted to come back. If I could come back.

I use the bench as my own personal barre, slowly bend my knees, keeping them over my toes. Grounding my heels on the ground, I stretch down as much as I can, but I don’t make it past a demi-plié. I warm up for ten minutes, losing myself in the familiar movements. The stars reflect on the water; it could be the perfect backdrop for a production of Swan Lake. I wish I could position myself for a grand jeté, feel the wind surround me as I fly into the air, but I know better than to jeopardize the progress I’ve made. The last time I tried, my kneecap almost snapped again. Both my knees were smashed in the car crash, but my pivot leg suffered the most.

Instead, I angle my feet for some small pas de bourrée. I go faster and faster, until I bump into a rock. Fear steals my breath away. I avoid landing on my leg and instead fall on my ass.

Papa used to say there is a Russian proverb for everything. Whenever I was disappointed about a rehearsal gone wrong, I called him. He always asked me if I gave it my best. When I said yes, he asked me if I learned something, and then he would say Na bezryb’ye i rak—ryba, which means on a fishing lull, even a crayfish is fish. It was his way of telling me that “something is better than nothing.”

I repeat the words in my head as my fingers nervously circle my knee, testing for any signs of swelling.

“Are you okay?” There’s a guy in the shadows—with an accent and a nice baritone voice.

🙂 Can’t wait to share the rest with you soon!


Six reasons why I’m smiling today

Hi 🙂 It’s been quite a long time since I roamed the internet…I’ve missed you blogging and Twitter and Facebook world.

I used to have Happy Friday posts, where I should share the highlights of my week. But I couldn’t wait until Friday, so here are six reasons why I’m smiling today. (I should add that having the time to do laundry actually also makes me happy, my wonderful husband has been taking care of everything while I was revising/editing)

1. I sent my novel to my copy editor yesterday.

2. I wrote the acknowledgements of ONE TWO THREE


3. More than 800 people entered the giveaway for my book on Goodreads

Goodreads Book Giveaway

One, Two, Three... by Elodie Nowodazkij

One, Two, Three…

by Elodie Nowodazkij

Giveaway ends June 09, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

4. These gifs on Goodreads of someone who’s excited about my book

5. Being asked to do interviews by bloggers I admire and bloggers I don’t even know. THANK YOU!

6. Sharing this beautiful sneak peek – you guys want to read Jen’s book because it’s AWESOME! (it comes out on May 20th) If you click on the teaser it will get you to Goodreads 🙂


What made you smile today?

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So happy to share the cover of ONE, TWO, THREE…with all of you! (with giveaway)

I have to say I’m excited and anxious and happy (did I mention excited?) to share my cover with all of you today! Derek from CreativIndie did an amazing job in capturing the novel and #Team123 was super duper helpful in giving me their impressions on the different samples I received.

The cover I’m about to unveil is the one we all fell in love with, and it’s the one that had my heart from the very beginning. It’s SO gorgeous! And I love it!

Thank you as well to Giselle from Xpresso Book Tours who’s been wonderful. 60 bloggers signed up to help reveal my cover (THANK YOU!) To celebrate the cover reveal, I’m also organizing a giveaway (it’s open internationally and the link is at the end of this blog post)

And now….drum roll…

ONE, TWO, THREE...banner


Official cover


Cover 3


Author: Elodie Nowodazkij (that’s me…squeeeeeeeeee)

Cover designer: Derek Murphy (CreativIndie)

Blurb:  Last year, Natalya was attending the School of Performing Arts in New York City. Last year, she was well on her way to becoming a professional ballerina. Last year, her father was still alive.

But a car crash changed all that—and Natalya can’t stop blaming herself. Now, she goes to a regular high school in New Jersey; lives with her onetime prima ballerina, now alcoholic mother; and has no hope of a dance career.

At her new school, however, sexy soccer player Antonio sees a brighter future for Natalya, or at least a more pleasant present, and his patient charms eventually draw her out of her shell. But when upsetting secrets come to light and Tonio’s own problems draw her in, Natalya shuts down again, this time turning to alcohol herself. Can Natalya learn to trust Antonio before she loses him—and destroys herself?

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And you can win things too (just click on the Rafflecopter giveaway link)

  • 3 gifts cards $15 to Amazon/Apple/B&N (your choice)
  • One autographed ARC of ONE, TWO, THREE…
  • 3 ARCS (ebook)
  • $25 donation to the classroom book project of your choice on

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Thank you!!!!


I´m not often left speechless (at least according to my husband and family), but I have been overwhelmed in the most positive way by the kind and encouraging words I´ve received on my decision to self-publish.

I mean, look at the tweets below ❤ and this doesn´t even show all the retweets I got.  On top of it, so many people already added my book on Goodreads, liked my Facebook Page or signed up for my newsletter…Those who didn´t know I write are also very supportive…

So basically, what I´m saying is: THANK YOU!!!!

❤ ❤ ❤

Self publishing

Pshhhhh – I have some pretty incredible news…

First of all: Hello to everyone who just clicked on this little blog for the first time and who most probably had no idea whatsoever that I´ve been using my commuting time for the past 5 years to draft stories… And hello to everyone who has been supporting me and cheering me on!

As the title may suggest: I have some news.

Some pretty incredible news…

And warning this is a long post 🙂

I decided to self-publish my young adult contemporary romance novel ONE TWO THREE.

ONE TWO THREE isn´t the first book I wrote but it´s the first one I felt like I wanted to share with the world (scary) and that was getting so many lovely reviews by the ones who read it. I got very close to getting picked up by a literary agent several times, I received great feedback from beta readers, critique partners and through contests but…the magic door stayed close.

In the past months, I read a lot of books that I know would do so well with readers but for x or y reason haven´t hit the shelves yet. That´s when I realize that I could choose my own magic. That doesn´t mean I don´t have to work hard on it, or that I didn´t revise, and revise, and revise with the help of my critique partners and beta readers. My book will still go through the necessary work of editing, copy editing, proofreading…And there is no guarantee.

If all goes well, the publication date of my novel will be June 26th, 2014 – the 40th wedding anniversary of my parents because they´re all kind of amazing and encouraged my love for books.

I´ll be sharing my journey in the self-publishing world on this blog, explaining more in details why I chose this path…and so on.

I can already tell you I have those moments:

It would be a lie to say I´m not scared because I totally am. People are going to read my book(s). People are not going to read my book(s). People may hate my characters. Others may love them.

But mainly I´m excited. And happy. And looking forward.

Yep, lots of emotions. Luckily I have a very patient and supportive husband 🙂 I´m also working on a release calendar for my additional novels. There will be a companion novel to ONE, TWO, THREE in October 2014, anotehr one in February 2015 and I plan to release my first YA thriller in January 2015.

If you want to receive my newsletter with updates on new releases, excerpts, fun stuff (like the favorite pelmeni recipe of my main character), you can sign-up here.

And…you can already add my book on Goodreads!

So this happened

One, Two, Three...

In a nutshell:

  • Title: ONE, TWO, THREE..
  • YA contemporary romance novel
  • Publication date: June 26th, 2014
  • Tagline: When seventeen-year-old Natalya’s dreams of being a ballerina are killed in a car accident along with her father, she must choose: shut down—like her mother—or open up to love.
  • Sign-up for my newsletter
  • And yep, I’m really publishing my books…:-) 🙂 🙂



You got the look! or a sneak peek into my novel…

The wonderful Alex tagged me in the You Got The Look meme. Alex and I were in Mandy´s class. Her book is reminiscent of Fringe and is great! You can also follow her on Twitter….and send her encouraging words on querying (or talk to her about Joss Whedon or Les Misérables, I´m sure she´d love it!)

The rules are as follows:  Search your current WiP and find the word “look” – then post some of the lines around said word.

It fits quite nicely ´cause I have “bad-looking” in the first paragraph of the first chapter of ONE TWO THREE…That counts, right?

Chopin´s saddest prelude is the soundtrack of my life, I decide when the melody of his Prelude Opus 28 n. 4 envelops me. Some people call this piece “Suffocation”, and as a lump forms in my throat, I find it particularly fitting. Clenching my fists until my nails dig into my palms, I blink a few times to fight the tears I know will fall if I´m not careful, and stare out of the window. A few houses and a lot of trees. That´s pretty much all of Everbird, New Jersey. Lovely town. Not. It´s tiny, boring and gray. Okay, there’s a lake nearby and the old part isn´t too bad-looking. But my happy memories of Everbird date back to the summers I spent here with my babushka—my grandmother—and those were forever ago. There´s not much that can make me smile these days.

And you my dear readers are all tagged! 😀 Just let me know in the comments…so I can go and get lost in your writing.

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Back from Russia…

After a week full of discoveries, I´m back in Germany.

During this trip to Moscow, I learned a lot, ate a lot, laughed a lot, and use my camera. A lot.

Hmm food…


Discovering Moscow…
Pushkin´s house

Oh, and I stood in front of the Bolshoi Theater, thinking about my manuscript and about my main character whose dream it was to dance there one day.


I´ll share some more of my pictures soon…:D Moscow is really a beautiful and interesting city!

So, tell me, how was your week?

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My Love List….

Today is Road Trip Wednesday 🙂 RTW is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway’s contributors post a weekly writing or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s unique take on the topic.

This week’s topic: Inspired by Stephanie Perkins’ post on Natalie Whipple’s blog, what is your novel’s “Love List”?

Whenever Stephanie Perkins starts a new project, she creates a list called “What I Love About This Story.” You really should check out her post! (plus you know it’s Stephanie Perkins :D)

I love this! Love it! Which is good for a love list, right?

Please bear with my ramblings as I only had a few hours of sleep. I attended the 10 queries in 10 tweets webinar by Sara Megibow (and due to the time zone difference, I got up at 2am) While my query got a pass, she did say the concept was strong and gave me pointers how to better it.

So exciting! (especially as this doesn’t count as a rejection)


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ONE TWO THREE has been pretty much consuming my time, and my thoughts. Husband can testify to this, right hubby? And my wonderful beta readers as well as my critique partner extraordinaire probably nod their heads as I’ve been sending them emails 😀

And it’s important to remember why I love the story. So here is my love list. And it doesn’t even include my characters. Really, I love my characters.

  • Friendship
  • Love
  • Shoulders
  • Ballet
  • Arabesque
  • Plié
  • Chopin
  • Piano
  • Soccer
  • Kisses
  • First times
  • Tequila
  • Family
  • Grief
  • Field
  • Tutu
  • Disney
  • Restaurant
  • Piano
  • Car
  • Arrogant
  • Funny
  • Charismatic
  • Salsa
  • New York
  • Pelmini

Now, tell me what comes on your love list?


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My Summer Soundrack…

Today is Road Trip Wednesday 🙂 RTW is a ‘Blog Carnival,’ where YA Highway’s contributors post a weekly writing or reading-related question and answer it on our own blogs. You can hop from destination to destination and get everybody’s unique take on the topic.

This week’s topic: : What music has been your summer soundtrack?

Yesterday, I introduced you to the characters of my YA Contemporary novel ONE TWO THREE (currently with beta readers), well today you will find out a bit more about my WiP playlist. I listen to music during my commute while I write and in July, it was mainly the songs which reminded me of the story or of the characters. I have a lot of songs, so I’ll just pick five.

Valse de l’Adieu by Chopin

Empire State of Mind Jay-Z and Alicia Keys

Addicted to you by Shakira

Life is Sweet by Natalie Merchant

Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day 

Tell me, what song reminds you of a book you recently read?

or which song made it to your summer playlist?