OPPORTUNITY: get feedback from an agent!

(Icon represents my own state of mind–I’m thinking about as well as Dubya at the moment. D’oh!)

Has everyone entered the Winter Workout over at the LiveJournal of Michael Kabongo the OnyxHawke, ? He invites you to send him your SF/F novel (the whole thing) from now until 8AM Eastern on February 6th, and he will read and critique at least one full chapter. See his guidelines/instructions at .

I am dumber than a rock. I *just* sent in an entry to him that was a complete mess . . . it was a .doc attachment instead of .rtf, I didn’t have the file name in the format he wanted, and I didn’t put my synopsis in the cover note. I resubmitted with a plea for him to forgive me and ignore my original submission, but if he doesn’t, I can’t blame him. I was looking at the wrong set of guidelines (for a completely different contest!) when I cobbled that entry together about an hour ago. My excuse is that we got some terrible news about a family friend’s erstwhile fiancee (long sad story, you don’t wanna hear the details–but it was the worst news possible) around 11 last night, and I’m not quite cooking on all burners. A few fries short of a Happy Meal. Dancing to the music from the mind-control satellites. Y’know.

But YOU won’t make those mistakes (as Nathalie Dupree used to say on her cooking show after she’d poured the heavy cream into the wrong bowl for the second time). Go, get some feedback. You might end up with representation!

There’s also a thunderstorm going on right now. Wow! Flashing!

*wanders away babbling to self*

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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