Here’s the scoop (Copied from Brenda Drake’s website.)
Here’s how the contest is going down …
On January 15th post a two sentence pitch (no more than 35 words) along with the first 150 words (if it falls in the middle of a sentence, go to the end of that sentence) of your finished Young Adult or Middle Grade manuscript to your blogs. From January 15th-16th hop around each others’ blogs and critique or praise them. Revise your entries, if you want, and post them by 8:00am (EST) January 17th to the official entry post. DO NOT POST THEM TO THIS POST. If you want, you may skip the blogfest/critique portion of this contest and just enter the contest. I will have the official post up, along with details on how to format your entries, on January 15th so that you can start posting when you’re ready. To participate, sign up on the linky below. (Go to Brenda’s site to jump on the linky)
You want to know the prizes? The prize (or prizes) is a request to read more from agent, Ammi-Joan Paquette. I’m crossing my fingers for all of you. Have I told you how much I LOVE LOVE LOVE this agent? Okay, well, I can’t say it enough! I totally ❤ her!
What are you waiting for? Sign up now!
Here is my entry. Please help me decide on Pitch #1 (My original pitch) or #2 (One I came up with tonight)
Please feel free to comment and/or make suggestions.
Title: HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
Genre: YA Science Fantasy
Word Count: 110,000
A common boy unknowingly imprinted with the dangerous powers of the Goddess, must find a way to change his fate and the fate of the galaxy, before a jealous prince manipulated by Darkness murders him.
A young boy, cursed with a power he cannot control, must save the Goddess before she is smothered by Darkness. It would be easy, if he could only remember who he really is.
First 150 words:
“I’m not going to sit here locked in a closet all day.” Magellan pulled away from his mother, leaving his whimpering brothers and sisters clinging to her skirts.
“Magellan, come back here.”
“No. I wanna hear Dad’s speech.” He pressed his cheek against a large crack in the door and closed one eye. Sconces lit the long stone hallway that lead to the auditorium. “I wish I could see something.”
“Get back mine scum!” A guard threw something against the door, slamming the wood against his face.
“Ouch,” Magellan rubbed his cheek. “Jerk.”
Footsteps clomped away, and his mother exhaled. “Magellan, your father said…”
“I know what he said.” Magellan furled his eyebrows. “Right before they locked us in here.” He flicked a bug from the damp stone wall beside him. “I’m not a baby anymore. I want to help.”
He ran his fingers across the locking plate, and jumped as flames flashed across the metal, spinning and swirling around it.