I looked at Blog over the lip of my coffee mug. She’d finally calmed down enough to settle into the chair across the table from mine. I think catching up on post reading and giving Twitter a little attention had done the trick. At least for now. Her expression told me I stood on even thinner ice than the old saying warned of.
“So,” she said, the word ripe with meaning.
I smiled at her. “Did you see what I did last night?”
Twitter puffed his meager feathers and gave a contented chirp.
“I’m guessing you spent some time with Twitter?”
“Yes. I stumbled upon a pitch party hosted by the awesome Brenda Drake . #PitMad You had to pitch your manuscript in the space of a tweet and agents browsing the hash tag could favorite if they wanted to see more.”
“Did anyone favorite yours?”
“Well, no, but some might still be trolling the waters. I kind of came in at the tail end of it so I had to scramble the brain cells to generate something. But it was a great exercise trying to write such a short pitch.” I laughed. “I had a helluva time boiling things down to query form. How hard do you think it was for me to sum things up in under 140 characters?“
“Fairly difficult I’d imagine.”
Wow, dry as the last remnants of that loaf of bread in the back of the freezer. I opted for the high ground and ignored her lack of enthusiasm.
“Wanna hear them?”
She shrugged, but Twitter bobbed his head with an enthusiastic chirp. At least someone appreciated my efforts.
“My first attempt was this: Ciara must face her dark magic, a father she never knew, and the man sworn to protect — or kill her — or risk herself & the empire.”
Blog raised a brow.
I scrunched my face at her. “Fine. Not amazingly stellar, I suppose. But, c’mon, doesn’t it make you the least bit curious? There’s stakes here. Her life, the empires, she has a man sworn to either protect her or kill her. Which one does he choose? Why’s he supposed to kill her? That takes it a bit beyond the normal fantasy, doesn’t it? Adds a little spice?
Blog didn’t comment. She was proving to be a harder sell than an agent.
“Okay. Second pitch. Notice how I switch POV. Bolin swore to protect Ciara, he also swore to protect the empire, now he may be forced to chose between the two.”
Blog must have felt inclined to say something so emitted a rather quiet, “Uh-huh.”
I growled. “Okay, last one. Again, went for the POV change. Donovan’s daughter is a tool, Bolin an obstacle, the crone an ally of convenience, the world & the Goddess’s head — his prize.”
Blog pretended to sip her tea. “You might want to get some feedback on those if you’re going to try again.”
“Fine.” I strolled over to the whiteboard, grabbed a big, fat, red marker and left a message for my readers.
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