So here's the contest description once again:
Many years ago, Ernest Hemingway was challenged to write a novel in six words. The famous line? "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
Since six words seems kind of short to me, I figured I'd add a few on gratis. The challenge to you then, dear readers, is to compose a novel that consists of ten words. It can be quirky, dramatic, funny, introspective, or any other adjective that I can't think of right now.
And the rules:
- Multiple entries are allowed.
- All entries must be received by midnight U.S. Eastern Time on Wednesday, December 29, 2010.
- It must be ten words or less.
- Put your entry in the comments section of this post.
Option #1: A review of the effectiveness of your Internet and Social Media presence by yours truly. I run a whole mess of websites, and am very good at building a recognizable brand. I'll leverage those skills for the winner who chooses this prize pack.
Option #2: Rewriting a short story of yours to include Steampunk elements; sort of an alternate history of your fiction.
Option #3: A detailed developmental edit of the first 100 pages of your manuscript. Among my various jobs is a freelance editing business, where I charge $0.02 a word for developmental edits (line-by-line grammar, characterization, plot comments, setting comments, etc included). This third option is that entire package (which can easily be nearly $1,000 for a full-on developmental edit) for absolutely zero cost.
So them's your prize options. I know option 3 sounds a bit like a sales letter, but there really wasn't any other way I could phrase it. The winner of the contest will get their pick from the three options.
Man, I don't know if I'm eligible, but this came to me last week:
Revolution came. We couldn't find guns, so we went home.
Eh. There it is. TEN WORDS IZ HARD.
Great prizes, Matt!
I keep coming in at 12. I'll get something up here yet.
The winter arrived; the snow didn't. It never would again.
This was inspired by a Word spellcheck catastrophe:
My wanton need for wontons lead to my early demise.
Zeppelin crash cripples Queen. Megadrill undermines Parliament. Prince Al-bot reigns.
Grab-twist-pull. He screamed in pain. Released, I ran.
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Okay--here are a few entries. This is tough!
Life. Starring: me. Directed by Everyone Else.
She wept. The last page was missing.
General protection fault. Blue screen of death. Reinstall life.
Dinner was cold. He smelled like perfume.
Ricardo! I really like your first one! Oh, wait. I don't think I'm supposed to vote. :)
Blackhole took us.We smiled.At last,a true adventure.
A couple more for fun:
Jack was unfaithful. Jill found out. Jill plead not guilty.
Three ghosts with one message: "Get Christmassy or else, Ebenezer!"
Roommate wanted.Non smoker,Twilight fan,type 0+ preferable.
I drowned.Crabs ate me.Iam in your gumbo.
nemone7: the gumbo thing made me laugh. It has an lolcats sort of ring.
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