Alas! Today I leave behind titillating topics and scintillating stories for a bit of self-promotion.(Collective groan and weak smattering of applause…)
Feel free to exit the theater doors now in a singular, orderly fashion.
My genre-crossing, much-queried (and much rejected) MG historical novel “The Play of Fortune” is up for perusal at Cupid’s Literary Connection, a blog which is graciously hosting a “Blind Speed Dating Contest” for writers and agents. Today entries are open to the public for comments and the like. My query, plus the first 250 words are listed as entry # 139.
Winners from this round are chosen by a preselected panel of esteemed writers and readers. If chosen, the story shall move along to the much coveted agent round, where something marvelous is assured to happen. Public comments only serve to bloster a nervous writer and share warm fuzzies.It’s funny—in a way. Since I’ve started this love-affair with my current WIP, “Gia”, I’ve rather left “Fortune” in the dust, discarded. It’s not her fault she’s a niche book, too smart with her own good, with all those historical notes, Elizabethan language and talk of (gasp) a play?!
I entered this contest just to throw her a bone—so to speak. And since “Gia’s” Chapter Nine is like pulling a train uphill with my teeth, this will have to serve as blog-post for today.
My most sincere apologies and until anon,