Well, I guess it’s time to jump into this blog thing head on. My good friend Jenny Keller Ford clued me in to a contest for writers to tie into their blog sites. So, I thought, “Hey! I have a blog!” Okay, so it doesn’t have over a thousand hits yet like hers, but give me time. I figured I could at least give it a try, since I’m just finishing up my novel. Why not????
Here’s the deal. Brenda Drake is hosting a contest on her own blog. Pure genius if you ask me. Way to use your connections, girlfriend! Anyway, It’s called Auntie B’s Book Club Blogfest Contest. You can hit the link it you want to look at it. I’m a bit behind. I only have one day to get feedback. This is a great opportunity to jump into the ring head on.
The contest is based off a 35 word Pitch, and then the first 250 words of your manuscript. I have to submit my midnight on July 20th, so any feedback would be GREATLY appreciated.
Well, that being said, here we go!
Title: HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
Genre: YA Fantasy
Pitch: A boy with infinite power, but no memory of who he is, or what he can do, builds an army of friends to fight the coming darkness, while a jealous prince tries to kill him.
Grown-ups fight a lot, Magellan thought, as he looked out over the crowd. He wasn’t really listening to the argument going on between his father and the tall man anymore. He had no idea what they were even talking about. They just kept saying the same things over and over.
“It’s a totalitarian government!” his father said.
“It is nothing of the sort!” the tall man retorted. “Give me one example of a person on that moon that wants freedom!”
They weren’t the only angry ones in the room. There were a lot of people gathered around his family in the center of the huge chamber, and every one of them seemed mad. They were all dressed in bright colors and fabrics Magellan had never seen. The men wore crisp, clean uniforms, and the women wore long, flowing gowns like the ones his sisters dressed their dolls in. His family’s drab, serviceable clothing stood out, and he felt a little embarrassed by how they looked. His brothers and sisters didn’t seem to notice the crowd. They were all huddled behind their mother, watching the argument with huge eyes.
Sometimes one of the people in the crowd would call out, agreeing with the tall man. No one agreed with his father. The only reactions aimed at his family were jeers and rude gestures. Magellan sighed, and brushed back a lock of golden hair than had fallen over his eyes. If someone gets mad at me, I just share a piece of candy with him and we forgive each other.
Well, that’s it! Please let me know what you think!