Birthday Blowout First Page Contest!
Shelley is sponsoring ANOTHER agent-judged contest of the first 250 words of our complete MS.
If your MS is finished, whip up a quick post and join the fun! This time the agent judge is Victoria Marini of Gelfman Schneider Literary Agency, who is currently building her client list. Yay!
For those who may be interested in joining in today, here are Shelley's rules:
- Sign up on the link below. (at Shelley's blog)
- On June 25th, post your title, genre, word count and the first 250 words on your blog for critique.
- From June 25th through June 26th, hop around to the other contestant's blogs and critique their first 250 words.
- On June 27th, come back to my blog and post your final entry on my dedicated contest entry blog post.
* Many of you have seen snippets of my excerpt before, but thanks to excellent feedback, the MS is vastly improved. So here is the latest, greatest version. :-)
Title: Scott and the Naughty Boy Factory
Genre: Young MG
Word Count: 19,700
Pink pony piñata . . . check.
Invisibility . . . check.
Cup of worms . . . check.
I crouched in my favorite tree, fourth branch up from the ground and only one branch over from my sister’s piñata. The perfect place for a ninja ambush. I just needed those girly girls to come a little bit closer.
My little sister, Victoria, spent all morning picking out her perfect party dress, pink and lacy, with a bow in the back. She and her frilly friends had a fashion show with fake jewelry and feather boas, played “Pin the Crown on the Princess,” and paraded around Fancy Nancy style through the back yard.
Boor-ing. Time to show Victoria how fun is done.
I waited above her piñata, holding an old soda cup filled with worms. Only the best ones, though: long and fat and slimy. If worm-collecting was an Olympic sport, I’d be a gold medal winner for sure.
Oh, yeah. This was gonna be good.
When the girls finally got close enough, I took careful aim and dumped. The worms and dirt tumbled out of my cup and then—splat!—Victoria screamed and started hopping up and down. I raced down the tree for a better look.
Victoria’s hair and the shoulders of her pink, frilly dress were covered in dirt and wriggly worms. Excellent! She shook her head and flipped her blond ponytail like it was on fire. Dirt and worms were everywhere, even on some of her friends—and they were screaming too.
It may have been the greatest moment of my life.
Be sure to stop by Shelley's blog HERE to visit other participants.
Thank you, Victoria Marini of