Trust me, you WANT that.
I love this contest (and you will no doubt see why):
Want to win an ARC of REALITY BOY? All you have to do is follow 3 little rules, and you're in. Go crazy. You have two whole weeks.
DEADLINE: Sunday August 18th at 11:59PM EST
- Your story MUST start with this sentence: Janet was early. **
- Your story MUST end with this sentence: Of course, she didn't.
- Your story must be 100 words or less.
PRIZE: A signed Advance Reader Copy (ARC) of REALITY BOY.
Please leave your entry in the comment area of this blog and don't forget your email address!
Winner chosen by three anonymous judges, a cosmic spider and a magic 8 ball and will be announced a few days after that deadline.
Of course I entered!*** I'd be crazeeeee not to. You would be too!
Janet was early, but the authors had already gathered. Pine resin torches, vats of boiling oil, a professional cantor to lead the chanting. They'd cast lots to select the lucky loser. Muttering "This is too Shirley Jackson" a writer with library pallor and thesaurus stain tattoos stepped forward.
"I insist you read my fictional novel!"
Janet wanted to boil him in oil, to boil them all in oil. Instead, she waylaid the cantor, hissed instructions, mounted her broom.
She could have regretted the riot caused when "Query Barbara Poelle for fictional novels" diverted the mob.
Of course, she didn't.