Friday, November 08, 2019

It snowed in Flint on Wednesday Flash Fiction contest

I talk to about a dozen clients on a regular basis (weekly most of the time) so I get weather reports from around the globe. Dubai is nice and warm as you would expect. So is Texas, if it's not under water. And California is warmer than it should be for all the wrong reasons.

But when it snows in Flint Michigan the first week of November, that's just not not good. I have a feeling it's going to be long cold winter. Well, I do have a lot of reading to do!

Let's cheer ourselves up with a flash fiction contest!

The usual rules apply:

1. Write a story using 100 words or fewer.

2. Use these words in the story:

Fires
Hail
Sortie
Breach
HEAT

(They do not have to be capped.)

(Karl Henwood suggested the prompt words.)

To compete for the Steve Forti Deft Use of Prompt Words prize (or if you are Steve Forti) you must also use: Dweezil Henwood (but not as a proper noun)

"Hi Steve, I'm Dweezil. Nice to meetcha."


3. You must use the whole word, but that whole word can be part of a larger word. The letters for the prompt must appear in consecutive order. They cannot be backwards.


4. Post the entry in the comment column of THIS blog post.

5. One entry per person. If you need a mulligan (a do-over) erase your entry and post again. It helps to work out your entry first, then post.

6. International entries are allowed, but prizes may vary for international addresses.

7. Titles count as part of the word count (you don't need a title)

8. Under no circumstances should you tweet anything about your particular entry to me. Example: "Hope you like my entry about Felix Buttonweezer!" This is grounds for disqualification.

8a. There are no circumstances in which it is ok to ask for feedback from ME on your contest entry. NONE. (You can however discuss your entry with the commenters in the comment trail...just leave me out of it.)

9. It's ok to tweet about the contest generally.

Example: "I just entered the flash fiction contest on Janet's blog and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt"

10. Please do not post anything but contest entries. (Not for example "I love Felix Buttonweezer's entry!")

11. You agree that your contest entry can remain posted on the blog for the life of the blog. In other words, you can't later ask me to delete the entry and any comments about the entry at a later date.

12. The stories must be self-contained. That is: do not include links or footnotes to explain any part of the story. Those extras will not be considered part of the story.

Contest opens: Saturday, 11/9/19, 5:29am

Contest closes: Sunday, 11/10/19, 9am

If you're wondering how what time it is in NYC right now, here's the clock

If you'd like to see the entries that have won previous contests, there's an .xls spread sheet here http://www.colindsmith.com/TreasureChest/

(Thanks to Colin Smith for organizing and maintaining this!)

Questions? Tweet to me @Janet_Reid

Ready? SET?
Not yet! 

ENTER!
sorry, contest closed.


Thursday, November 07, 2019

Wednesday kicked my asterisk

I'm not sure why I chose to do the killer first sentences whiparound the same day I was slated to tape a podcast, attend two meetings, and confab with two writers about revisions.

It's my own fault I'm now lying here hoping some sushi swims by.




I didn't prep a post ahead of time, and at 7:28pm I can't formulate sentences.


If you want to throw out some ideas in the comment column about how to Thwart the Fort(i) I'm open to suggestions.

He's bested me no matter how conniving and cunning I thought I was.
This is really getting embarrassing!

Help me out here!





Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Killer First Sentence Whiparound notes

These are comments on the posts from today's whiparound on first lines.

Thank you to all the writers who bravely put their work out there for a gnawing. 



Sarah G
Wheelchair-bound Michelle sees the world from a different angle, and is the first to notice her city is slowly disappearing.
As killer first sentences go, this isn't a clean kill. It's set up. The city is disappearing.

I'm also going to flag wheelchair-bound. Wheelchair user is what I've been seeing lately to describe people in chairs.


Kitty
Susie’s sixteen-year-old son told the school his mother had died.
Our assumption here is that she isn't dead.
A lot is going to depend on the next sentence.



Timothy Lowe
Hit man and part-time alpaca farmer Gabriel Garcia has got problems.
Juxtaposing hit man and alpaca farmer is funny of course, but this is too general to be enticing.



Kate
In twelve months, the supercomputer grafted to eighteen-year-old Sil Sarrah’s brain will kill her.

Ok, this works.
We want to find out, instantly, what happens next.


Stothers

When his father walks out on the family, Ryan assumes it is his fault.
This doesn't make me wonder what happens next.


LynnRodz
It's a time of hope and change in France, but for Michel it's a daily struggle to survive on the streets of Paris.

This is exposition. There's no sense of urgency or tension here. Is Michel homeless? Is he broke?
Is he stranded without his passport, money, and doesn't speak French?


c. sciriha

Seventeen-year-old Maia doesn’t remember her past lives.
Why is that a problem?


Melissa
Claire Luddig needs a makeover--What Not to Wear applied not just to her clothes, but to her life.

This is exposition.
There's no tension.



Aphra Pell
Rebecca Lydney knows the death of her maid will be called a suicide - she fears a murderer is counting on it
This is a start. I'd reorganize it: The death of Rebecca Lydney's maid will be ruled a suicide; the murderer is counting on it.


Lisa Bodenheim
Landscape shutterbug, Addison McDonel, hadn’t counted on having to enter a hospital again.
No tension here. Is Addison going in to shoot photos or cause someone shot him?


Cecilia Ortiz Luna

Miguel sets out to sabotage Emily Dunhill's nomination for the Cascadia Humanitarian Prize.
I'm always interested in nefarious goings on. I want to find out what happens next.


JulieWeathers
April 1861 and the nation teeters on the brink of war.
This isn't new information.

Bringing in a character and setting up some kind of problem will help: Felix Buttonweezer turned 16 in April 1861; it looked like South Carolina was going to celebrate by seceding from the union.

Obviously Felix is not in this novel (he's not even born yet) but you get the idea.



DB

Professor Peter Wright remembers everything.
yeesh.
But, why is that a problem?


SimonFrancisDowling


With his Dad in a comma, Francis Carter finds himself reflecting on his own childhood, and the strange events that landed him in New York City.
well, this is more of a synopsis than a killer first sentence.
And I know you're typing text with your thumbs here, but Dad in a comma is really funny.


C. Dan Castro
Trisha Leiferkus read 103 degrees on the “borrowed” thermometer.
yup.



Jenn Griffin
Batty Betty finds an abandoned young boy in her woods and takes him home--for keeps.
yup


Kat Waclawik
Ryena wants to go home.
why?


Mister Furkles

Miranda doesn't want to be a witch.
yup


Richelle Elberg

A pile of dead coyotes rotting in the desert is shocking, but it’s the discovery of two bloated human bodies--hidden amidst the carnage--that really gives Detective Em Thayer a jolt.
more of a synopsis than a killer first line



Dena Pawling


The other kids on the bright-white planet call her Smudge.
yup



Cheyenne
Elowen smiled as the needle punched her skin.
needles don't punch do they?
I notice those kinds of things right away.


Fearless Reider
The first lie was Cherry’s.

yup


Megan V

If sixteen-year-old theater aficionado Murphy Doherty wants to keep her leprechaun magic, then she must grant three wishes to the next person that captures her heart.
Synopsis not an opening line




CaroGirl
A mentally-ill black man dies during a violent arrest, and a city erupts in protest.
This is so unemotional!
Don't be afraid to be vivid.

Felix Buttonweezer thought it was a game until the police officers killed him. 

Luralee
Being on display in a spiked iron cage on the hottest day of the year is painful and humiliating, but not as serious as his other problem.
yup.
Cause who doesn't want to know what that other problem is!


Four lights
Ashley should have been dead already.

yup


Sherryl and Meredith

DS Mal Forrest, on sick leave after being stabbed by an informant, is forced to return to his derelict childhood home to clear up the mess left by his dead father.
This is a synopsis not a compelling first line.

Sharyn Ekbergh 
Gloria was crying when she called to tell me Dana was gone.
this doesn't make me wonder what's going on, or what will happen next.


Colleen

Complete at 79,875 words, LOSING IT? is a thriller with the flavor of Agatha Christie and Gillian Flynn mixed in equal parts, and topped off with a splash of Stephen King.
If someone asked you about your book, is this what you'd start with?

E.M. Goldsmith
Phaedra damned herself by chasing her murderer straight into Hell.
yup

travelkat

When a misfit South Dakota farm girl discovers that her mysterious blood disorder is really the result of magic, she decides to attend a supernatural boarding school on Martha’s Vineyard to try to find a cure for her curse, but when the school is attacked by dark forces, she must choose to embrace her true nature so she can save her school and the magical creatures in it that she has grown to love.
this is a synopsis not a killer first sentence

Just Jan
All Cecilia Brown wants is to enjoy Easter dinner with her family.
This doesn't make me wonder what's going on.


french sojourn

When Col. Charles Lockhart saw the fire burning in her eyes, he bought her, forever to be his little Dragonfly.
this doesn't make me wonder what happens next

Kate Higgins
This time she was absolutely, positively going to win, this time she was going to cheat the right way
yup

Lmnoyes
It’s not that I don’t love the men I sleep with. I just don’t love them after we get out of bed, or off the couch, the rug, or wherever we’ve satisfied ourselves”
yup

Unknown
At the age of eight I ran away from home – all the way to my backyard.
This doesn't make me wonder why.


Jeanne
Schoolteacher Alison Bountiful has a little problem and he's buried in her backyard.
It says nothing good about me that this feels a little business as usual.



Kelly
Seventeen-year-old Coralie Jones thought she knew what love was.
You need something more here, something that shows us how wrong she is.


NLiu
Carmine longs to be swallowed by a black hole; she hasn't reckoned on finding one at the back of a DIY store.
yup


Jennifer Delozier
Dead men tell no tales—unless their photos hang on the walls of Cassie McConnell’s crumbling Philadelphia mansion.
yup


Fearless Reider
Franny knows she can't keep dodging the sheriff.
This needs something more.


MacCarey
Stanton Porter realizes even her latest job with a traveling circus can't help her escape the shadow of her famous artist father when she receives a postcard from him, two weeks after he died.
This doesn't make me wonder what happened, or what's going to happen next.


Jen
Autumn wants nothing more than to live a normal life, but that’s hard to do when your dad is the Grim Reaper.
yup

Curt David
Thiago is pushed through a portal to a magical world...by his father
There's no sense of why this is the problem or the start of a story.

Kregger
Twelve-year-old Calvin Jones speaks to birds.
What's the problem with that?


Margaret S. Hamilton
Widowed Lizzie Christopher is building a new life as an interior design shop manager in Jericho, a small Ohio college town.
This is set up and backstory.


Mindy

The fate of every child is cast the moment they're born

there's no sense of story here. Nothing that makes me wonder what happens next.


Sara
Rebecca wants to be a real detective, but for now, she uses her sleuthing skills for geocaching, following GPS coordinates to hidden treasure.
What's the problem?



Any questions?
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Killer First Sentence Whiparound

What seems like a compelling first sentence on your laptop may look, well...puny, when you send it out into the Sea of Query.



I've been marking up some memoir queries for an upcoming podcast (details to come) and almost every single query stumbled at the start.

The only way to get better is to practice, so let's.

Post the first sentence of your query letter in the comments column.

I'll take a look and make some comments about what worked, what didn't and hopefully some cogent reasons on why.

I'm not going to do a zillion of these; when there are enough I'm going to close the comments.

Comments are now closed.
To see my take on the first lines, go here

Tuesday, November 05, 2019

speaking of circuses, it's election day!

Felix Buttonweezer led the circus into town.

Felix Buttonweezer led a circus into town.


Is this on your list of nit picks nits to pick?***

What else** creeps into your manuscript, lying in wait to ambush Miss Picklepuss the purse lipped copy editor?

**(anymore/any more is mine)

***I'm really happy to have Dena Pawling's eagle eyeball








Monday, November 04, 2019

Is it worth it?

Well, fabulous Shark Queen, I have followed you here and on Query Shark for years and years. I've queries three manuscripts following your manifold best practices. And now, on number three, I'm actually getting somewhere. I've been querying for one month, I've heard back from seven agents, and three have been full requests. So thank you for that. Truly. It wouldn't have been possible without your tireless dedication to making writers not suck.

But now, the thing is, my anxiety is nonstop, through the roof, am-I-actually-having-a-heart-attack level. My heart actually hurts all day every day. When I get a full request I jump around and scream and feel undefeatable, but then in about an hour, it's back to the same. 

Is this the way it will always be? If I'm lucky enough to get an agent, will it be like this while my manuscript is on submission? Then while the editors read my edits? Then while readers give me a whole range of reviews on Amazon and Goodreads? This all only if I'm very very lucky. 

Is it worth it? I love to write. I believe in my story. But my heart! 

Please advise


No, it will not always be this way.

Right now the whole Requested Full thing is new. It's like celebrating your birthday when you were eight. You hadn't had enough birthdays yet to get used to the whole thing, or so many that you really didn't need to celebrate any more (or so many many! you wished people would stop reminding you.)

The more you do something the less jumping about both in delight and anxiety you will have.

The anxiety never really goes away, but you learn to control it.

Is it worth it?
Only you can answer that.



Readers? How do you deal with the anxiety that comes with writing/querying/waiting?  Is it worth it?



Sunday, November 03, 2019

"Trailing spouse" and other new phrases

The phrase "trailing spouse" has just blipped onto my radar.
The meaning was clear from context: the spouse without the new job that requires a relocation.

Back in the day when Dad changed jobs, Mum was just called "his wife." There was a whole wonderful company, that while intended to market services to newcomers, worked out to be a social club that welcomed ladies like Mum to the new town: Welcome Wagon. Their motto? Bloom where you are planted.

Looking back I see a lot of assumptions in that motto, but those WW ladies were awfully nice. One of them served as a reference for me when I applied for a library card. Little did she know my borrowing habits were just short of larceny, and the size of my overdue fines a source of mortification for my parents.

But I digress.

Trailing spouse was new to me.

As was the word crot.
And spirit level.

Have you come across new-to-you words or phrases lately? Do tell!