I’m actually not a great lover of contests. Anyone who knows me knows this. I like doing things the old fashioned way. But the exception that I make is when someone doesn’t take unsolicited subs but is judging a contest. Or, perhaps, when someone I was to query isn’t taking on new clients. So I’ve been reading about Natalie Fischer, the new agent at Bradford, here and there around the net and decided, well, I’m just going to query her the old fashioned way. Because that’s how I roll. But then, gasp, I discovered she isn’t taking queries right now. The pain, it hurts. So I guess I’m in for this awesome contest Brenda Drake is holding anyway. Because I really need an agent now that I have some fulls out at super exciting publishers.
Name: Amber Gilchrist
Title: Some Strange Magic
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Even after he was dead, my father’s obsession with magic colored my life. I had many memories of him, but my strongest were of his sleight of hand and illusions. Even at seventeen, I still had a perfectly clear picture of being four and my father reaching behind my ear for a coin, me laughing in delight.
Good memories didn’t sweeten the bitterness of reality. Dad had sold us out for his addiction and then gotten himself killed. And here we were. Stuck.
The painful thing about reality–there’s no changing it. There’s nothing that crying, begging, praying or wishing will do. You can push against reality forever, like that Sisyphus guy pointlessly pushing the rock uphill only to see it roll back down again, but it’s immovable. It doesn’t care what you think, do, or lose in the process of trying to change it.
This was my new reality.
“This is beautiful.” Mom gestured to the pine and aspen trees outside the car windows. She’d gone into overly excited, super-mom mode ever since her therapy “breakthrough”. She had her happy face on, the one that looked like she’d shoved an upside down hanger into her mouth.
“It’s fabulous.” The hollowness inside sucked any fake enthusiasm I might have mustered out of the statement. She didn’t say anything. She never said anything about my moods. Probably something the grief counselor had told her to do.
You guys can get more information about the contest from Brenda’s blog linked above. But here’s a little bit of info on how it works. I’m excited to get around and check out other people’s work.
On March 20 and 21, post the first 250 words of your finished manuscript (any genre) on your blog to get critiques from your followers and then hop around to the other participants’ sites and give critiques. Polish those 250 words and email them to me at email@example.com with CONTEST in the subject line by 12:00AM (EST) on March 22