Best Opening Scene Contest
By Gina Welborn
On Monday, November 21th, we’ll begin our We All Win
Best Beginning Scene Contest.
ONLY ONE ENTRY PER DIVA.
DEADLINE TO SEND IN ENTRY: Sunday November 20th,
PM or email me the first scene in your ms. Your entry can reach a MAXIMUM of 15 manuscript pages, so remember this isn’t about submitting the most number of pages that you can. It’s about giving readers a chance to evaluate your opening scene as a whole. So if your opening scene is only 8 pages, then just send in the 8 pages. If your opening scene is 5 pages, then you may want to consider submitting a different manuscript, although sending in 5 pages is just fine.
If your opening scene has a POV shift that’s signaled with a ***, then go ahead and included the second POV…up to 15 pages total.
If your opening scene is longer than 15 pages, then please find a hooky spot to end because this contest has a MAXIMUM of 15 manuscript pages. I’ve rarely had to trim entries in the past, but with this one, I will be a stickler. Call it coordinator priviledge. Oh, the power!
But if you do have to end mid-scene, then please let me know when you enter so I can post that information on your entry.
Winner will receive her choice of either Fiction First Aid by Raymond Obstfeld or Writing Dialogue by Tom Chiarella.
*no more than 15 pages of your opening scene
* title of manuscript
*word count (or guestimated word count if ms isn’t finished)
For our spicy hot authors, email Laura Bacchi ( [email protected] [the first letter is a lowercase “L”]). Laura is fine with attachments.
And if you want to be really helpful (hint hint hint), put it in this format:
KENTUCKY FRIED SEDUCTION
“Of all the people to show up at my bachelorette party in a chicken suit. Hot damn!”
I turned around to see who my best friend Betty Lou was talking about. Oh crap. Without listening to Betty Lou’s next words, I ducked under the table.
My boss was the last person I wanted to see.
Especially after that lipstick-stained RSVP I accidentally left on his desk. Stupid me didn’t think the gloss of the Cherry Red lipstick would be so sticky.
“Turn on the music,” Betty Lou screamed. “My future cousin-in-law’s gonna show us just what the Sanders line is famous for. Booyeah!”
While the whoopin’ and hollerin’ filled the air, I crawled around Betty Lou’s bridal party on my path to the exit. Seeing Jack Sanders naked chest–not to mention his butt–was not my idea of a cracklin’ evening.
END OF ENTRY