It's August 31st, and we're sending summer out in style with a fun and fabulous contest!
Fingers on the keyboard?
Writing gears engaged?
Ideas sparking like mad?
Then let's get cracking! :)
SUMMER SEND-OFF CONTEST!!!
|illustration copyright Heather Newman 2012 used by permission|
The contest is for a children's story of 250 words or less based on the picture above and in which somebody somewhere in your story says, in dialogue, "Did/do you see that?" (you may substitute any of the other senses - "Did/do you hear/feel/taste/smell that?") and somebody somewhere in your story says, "Goodbye!" (you are allowed to substitute "Farewell!", "Au revoir!", "Sayonara!", "Ciao!", or "So long!")
Entries must be posted on your blog (or, if you don't have a blog but would still like to enter, in the comment section of this post which will stay up through Tuesday September 4) between today and Tuesday September 4 at 11:59 PM EDT. (I'm giving you an extra day to post, because I realize it's Labor Day weekend!)
Once your post is up you must add your post-specific link to the linky list below so everyone can come visit you and read your amazing story (or, if you don't have a blog, copy and paste your entry into the comment section as mentioned above - everyone please be sure to check the comments for entries so you don't miss any! :)) Special note: I know some people have been having trouble commenting on my blog since disqus updated. If anyone has trouble, please email your entry or your link or whatever you need to me at susanna [at] susannahill [dot] com and I will make sure your link gets linked or your comment gets posted!!!
Finalists - we'll say 3, but you know me... it may be more like 6 :) - will be chosen by me and my assistant judge and posted for you all to vote on on Monday September 10. I'm guessing we may not get tons of entries, what with it being Labor Day weekend and all (although I'm hoping I've given people enough time to plan ahead and pull it off! :)), so we'll probably only have one winner. But if perchance we get lots of entries - more than 20 say :) - we'll expand to 1st , 2nd and 3rd places.
Prize choices will be:
1. A PB manuscript critique by yours truly :)
2. Your choice of 2 picture books.
3. Your choice of 2 paperback middle grade books.
4. Your choice of 1 paperback YA book.
5. Your choice of 1 writing craft book.
and whoever wins will get their first choice of those options, whoever's second will get second choice, etc.... Hopefully there's something in there that will appeal to every writer! :)
So here's my demo: (And I admit, I had a TERRIBLE time getting down to 250 words. I have 5 other stories - all better! - that I couldn't get below 286, 547, 272, 308, etc. I guess I should have tried this before I published the guidelines... :)) Anyway:
Bathtime For Balkazar
Donovan couldn’t find the dragon soap.
He had the scrub brush, the hot water, and the ladder.
But he couldn’t find the soap.
“Stay, Balkazar,” he told the dragon. And he gave him some bubblegum to keep him busy.
When he came back with the soap, he gasped.
“What’s wrong?” asked Balkazar (because as everyone knows, dragons can speak English.)
“Do you see that?” asked Donovan. The dragon looked at his reflection in one of the water buckets.
“I’m pink!” shrieked Balkazar. “Ack! Get it off!”
“It must have been the bubblegum!” said Donovan. “But King Hallvard is due within the hour. If he sees you like this it’ll be sayonara! kemosabi for us!”
“Try scrubbing!” begged Balkazar.
Balkazar became a dazzling, sparkling, glowing pink.
“It’s even worse,” Donovan moaned. “Try rolling.”
The dragon rolled. He kicked up great clouds of dust that blotted out the sun and left everyone gasping and choking.
Now he was brownish pink.
“I look like an overgrown scaly earthworm,” he said sadly. “Not scary at all.”
“You turned pink from the inside,” said Donovan. “Maybe we can turn you back the same way.” He dashed into the castle and came back rolling a barrel of pickles. “Eat these! And hurry! The king’ll be here any minute!”
Balkazar scarfed down pickles. When King Hallvard rode across the drawbridge, Balkazar, mostly green again, greeted him with a colossal belch of pickle-scented fire.
“Stupendous!” shouted King Hallvard.
“Phew!” said Donovan. (Or was it "Pee-ew!"?!)
I hope that gives you the courage to post your entry, should you happen to be feeling doubtful - surely your story is better than that! :) And I would also like to remind you that we really have a lovely community of people here - kind, generous, and supportive - so your entry will be read with friendly eyes by people who want to find the good in what you've written and cheer you on! So go ahead - add your entry post-specific link to the list below, or copy and paste your entry into the comment section. Remember, if you have any trouble, email me and I'll do it for you!
I can't wait to read your stories!!! Let the contest begin! :)