Showing posts with label Contests and Critiques. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contests and Critiques. Show all posts

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Contest Coming Up Fairy Soon


A contest is coming up for aspiring writers. We are to write a short synopsis of a finished novel, then add the first two sentences. The winner will get a free critique from a professional editor of the first ten pages of the story. So here’s the synopsis, then the first two sentences will be below the picture. Let me know what you think.

Ashley, a fairy, grows to human size and helps out in the war of the worlds when Martian cylinders land. Steam-powered war machines emerge, wielding heat-rays in their metallic tentacles. Although Ashley comports herself as a lady, she gathers her courage and flies near the head of one of the machines to help guide the artillery. But the resulting explosion separates her from her friends, leading to a lonely odyssey in war-torn England.  


On midsummer’s eve I stood on the central toadstool, gripping the bumpy surface with my toes. The moist air from the humus below clung to my bare skin, the warm mugginess attacking the elaborate curls I had styled for the occasion.


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

WriteOnCon


WriteOnCon is an online writing convention, and it allows you to post a query letter or story excerpt.  Professional editors and agents will troll the site in the next few days, and they may reach out to people whose posts they like. 

Below is a query letter I posted.  Please feel free to give any honest comments about. 
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Dear ______:

I would be delighted to have you represent my humorous urban fantasy, HOMESCHOOLING SLAYER.

Yes, it’s a bother for Dee Siegfried to kill vampires when they interrupt her kids’ math lessons, but it’s murder keeping the house neat after torching a dead one with a road flare.  Dee wants to deny that the zombie-like vampires she kills are real people, but when a series of tattoos and spoken words show signs of their intelligence, it may weaken her resolve to fight these things.  And Dee’s husband is finding it more difficult to comfort her in her frumpy clothes—no bare midriff for Dee when attacking things with fangs and claws! 

Now she’ll need to make some bold moves to find the source of the vampires, but will Dee falter at a crucial moment with these new attacks? On top of all this, her brother reveals her slayage to a college friend—a pale friend with dark hair, but what does he care about stereotypes? 

A blend of comedy, horror, and action, HOMESCHOOLING SLAYER stands out from other vampire novels by showing the lighter side of urban fantasy. The closest comparison in the field is Gini Koch’s Touched by an Alien with its wacky alien situations. 

The manuscript is complete, and the word count is 86,170. I have had a short story published in the STRANGE NEW WORLDS V anthology, and you can read the first few pages using Amazon’s Search Inside feature, starting on page 33. Also, my blog is at http://suburbanfantasy.blogspot.com/

Thank you for this opportunity.
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And a tip of the hat to Jess, who alerted me and others to this opportunity. 


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Hangers


Falling4Fiction is hosting a Hangers blogfest.  Choose three chapters from one of your writing projects and post the last sentence from each.  Then enter the link on their website.  Winners will get a 10 page critique. 


I’ll choose my work in progress, which is a reimagining of The War of the Worlds.  Here are three sentences designed to leave you hanging: 

Chapter 11  No opportunity to unlock the door without being seen or heard, so I flattened myself against the wall of the house, trembling violently. 

Chapter 15  My senses were overwhelmed as I lay there, head lolling on hard wood, and I couldn’t differentiate between the steam and the smoke obscuring my vision as I blacked out. 

Chapter 18  “Poison gas.”

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Entry for Haiku Contest


A local bookstore is running a haiku contest.  Here is my entry: 

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Fairy wings tremble

Concerto in D Minor

My palm holds my date

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

First Campaigner Challenge

Rachael Harrie is holding her First Campaigner Challenge.  Begin the story with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall.”  As an added challenge, do one or more of these:  


  • end the story with the words: "everything faded." (also included in the word count)
  • include the word "orange" in the story
  • write in the same genre you normally write
  • make your story 200 words exactly!


I did all four.  Please enjoy. 


Shadows crept across the wall, spikes and fangs protruding. 

I’m awake inside my stasis pod.  It’s happening again.  How many did we lose at Turloka 4?  Seventeen?  Eighteen?  Their dying screams echo in my ears as I claw at my chest buckle, releasing the straps. 

Too late.  The creature slithers into the chamber.  Its eyes key on motion.  I go rigid inside the pod.  But my muscles jitter after coming out of stasis.

A man and a woman enter, casual, leather armor on their elbows and knees. 

I hammer at the internal latches with my fists, kick the pod cover open.  My throat thick from stasis sleep, I can only rasp, “Look out!” 

The creature lunges. 

The man whips out a spray can.  Orange aerosol hits the creature between its eyebrow ridges.  It falls on its side, chitinous carapace melting.  The claws spasm a death rattle. 

I stand on the deck plating, struck dumb.  The woman scans my gray underwear with an instrument on her wrist.  “In stasis fifty-seven years.  We’ve had some progress since then.” 

It’s over.  I put my hand up to my eyes, remembering the ones who didn’t make it.  Everything fades.

“Dude, put some clothes on.”  

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

WRiTE CLUB

DL Hammons runs WRiTE CLUB. 

The first rule is You do not talk about WRiTE CLUB. 
The second rule is You do not talk about WRiTE CLUB. 

But I was eliminated early, so I’m blabbing giving them publicity.  


WRiTE
CLUB

I was in Round 6, with an excerpt from one of my Athena novels.  I thought I had a pretty good chance.  Unfortunately, I went up against a skilled competitor.  My pen name was NextMark.  See who you think should have won Round 6. 

They’re in the quarter-finals now, so you might want to check out who wins.  

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Teaser Tuesdays

The should be reading website is holding their Teaser Tuesdays meme. 


The challenge is to randomly open to a page on whatever you’re currently reading and post two sentences from it.  (And naturally, no spoilers.) 

My current read is The Shadow Reader, by Sandy Williams. 


“None of the fae stops me as I walk forward, but hands move toward sword hilts.  Worry is etched on some of their faces.” 

Just to note:  These are not cute, harmless fairies.  Their hands are moving toward their swords because they find the human narrator a threat and are thinking of killing her.  

Monday, August 29, 2011

150 Word Writing Contest

Literary agent Janet Reid held her PANIC writing contest at her website.  We had to write a story in 150 words or less that contains several of the homonyms she listed.  I chose the following: 

rain/reign/rein
marshal/martial
slew/slough/slue
ore/or/oar
faux/foe
weather/wether 


Here’s my story.  How did I do? 
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Rain.  The fourteenth year of the reign of Great Timarchus, who slew the Ur-panther, and what do we have to show for it?  Dishing around in this slough for yellow ore, when we should have been training the men in the ten martial disciplines, or at least marching. 

Rain again.  The wether wool of each man’s cape is soaked, useless.  “Hey Pelius, give us an oar to walk through this rain, eh?”  Pelius gets that funny look.  He talks of planting faux ore, then watching Timarchus’ adjutant slue around like some clumsy mast. 

The weather breaks.  I look up.  The lead regiment of our foe, the Tregidain, marches in.  Of course.  No regiments here.  Just pans full of sodden pebbles.  I approach their field marshall, arms limp.  I gesture with the rein that should have led my bronze-armored steed. 

“Here,” I say.  “Hang Timarchus with it.”  

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Star Trek Blogfest

At the risk of appearing geekish, I’m participating in the Star Trek blogfest that Ellie Garrett is hosting.  She dresses like this all day -- just ask her. 



Instead of being self-indulgent, I can use this as an exercise in synopsis writing.  What follows are synopses of my favorite episodes of the four main series: 

The old Star Trek:  “A Journey to Babel”  Spock’s parents arrive at the eve of either an important diplomatic breakthrough or an interstellar war.  As diplomats argue and an unknown ship stalks the Enterprise, Spock’s father ends up needing a massive blood transfusion from his son.  But Spock cannot do that and fulfill his duties while the ship is in danger.  Torn between duty to the ship and duty to family, and between his stern father and his caring mother, Spock suffers in an anguish he cannot show.  Leonard Nimoy once said that Spock was the most human of the characters, because of the struggles he went through. 

Star Trek: The Next Generation:  “Legacy”  The android Data, who professes to have no emotions, spent much time with his deceased shipmate, Tasha Yar.  When her outlaw sister Ishara is taken onto the Enterprise because she has knowledge that may resolve a hostage situation, she is greeted with skepticism.  Data finds himself advocating ways to help integrate her with the crew and offers personal support.  But is Data really prepared for the emotional implications of trusting such a person?  Data is not a dour character like Spock; he has more of a childlike approach to serious emotional situations. 

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine:  “The Wire”  Garak is the only Cardassian on the Deep Space Nine space station, and the human Doctor Bashir is the closest thing he has to a friend.  Garak collapses and lies close to death from an implant in his brain from the Obsidian Order—Cardassian intelligence.  In terrible pain, he shouts contradictory stories to Bashir—he was kicked out of the Order for killing civilians, he was kicked out for sparing some civilian children, he tried to betray his best agent friend but was betrayed first.  Bashir complains that none of the stories were true, but Garak says they were all true, “especially the lies.” 

Star Trek: Voyager:  “Someone to Watch Over Me”  The Doctor—an artificial intelligence hologram—tries to give social lessons to Seven of Nine—a woman so cybernetically modified she is unfamiliar with sensitive emotions.  No matter how much the suave Doctor advises Seven with the concepts of dating and other encounters, Seven’s brusque manner turns each one into a social disaster.  Seven remarks they have much better interactions with each other.  The Doctor is left with a quandary—since he is Seven’s teacher, is it ethical for him to develop feelings for her? 

We were asked to come up with five favorites.  I will come up with an odd category of favorite short segment:  The first 20 minutes of the movie Star Trek: Generations.  The Enterprise B has successfully launched, complete with reporters for a little publicity tour.  But Captain Harriman is soon in over his head as refugee ships need rescuing.  He swallows some humble pie and asks his special guest—the aging Captain Kirk—for advice.  Kirk tells him to risk the Enterprise to save the refugees.  What follows is fantastic Star Trek compressed into a short segment:  Energy beams in space, the ship getting rocked, and Kirk doing it once again and saving the ship.  The young Ensign Demora Sulu is a joy to watch. 

By the way, my published short story is in  Star Trek: Strange New Worlds V.  If you use this link to Amazon.com, you can use their Look Inside feature to read part of my story.  It starts on page 33.  


Monday, June 13, 2011

First Page Critiques

Over at Unicorn Bell, they're having a First Page Critique session.  Submit the first 250 words of your story by June 14 by 5:00 pm, CST.


Huntress is running this critique session.

Friday, March 11, 2011

100 Word Writing Contest


Literary agent Janet Reid, over at her blog, is having a writing contest that ends tonight. Entries must be short stories of 100 words or less that include the following words: sushi heater squibs tingo firefly. Below is my entry. How'd I do?
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The three fairies swooped down in a daring line attack, a firefly trapped in each bonnet for illumination. Tingo glanced back once to indicate she was ready, her goggled eyes showing no expression. Then in she dove, using the purloined spark-heater to set off the squibs. The barb flew straight and true, burying itself with a clang in the hideous metal leg. Then the three flew round and round, wrapping all three legs with their silver cord. The Martian war machine tripped and fell into the water, like a child’s top in its last spin.

“Eat sushi!” cried Tingo.

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