I’ve seen a lot of contests for writers go on in my years on Twitter, but I’ve never participated. Usually I don’t have anything ready. Then recently Kimberly VanderHorst asked me to be part of her team of mentors for Pitch Slam. I accepted with happiness and a small amount of trepidation (Am I really up to this?) and over the past several days, I’ve had so much fun that I need to thank past me for saying yes. The Harry Potter theme has made it even more awesome.
Pitch Slam involves submitting a 35 word pitch and the firs 250 words of your manuscript. The four Houses will each choose 9 and 3/4 entries for the final round. Those are going to be posted on blogs and agents will read them and make requests where they find entries interesting.
It’s been a lot of work, but it’s nothing compared to the amount of work our entrants have done. So many good stories, amazing pitches and fascinating 250s from all these people. Choosing is proving very hard, but Team Hufflepuff will prevail and pick the very best. Even those who don’t get selected, you have my respect and many of you have amazing entries.
In the spirit of the fun, I’m going to share the pitch I put together (very rough) and the first 250 of my current WIP. Seriously, both of these are first draft, and I usually do at least one round of revision before letting anyone see my work. *hides*
Name: J Elizabeth Hill
Genre: Adult Fantasy
Working Title: Where the Ether Flows
Word Count: Incomplete (real Pitch Slam entries have to be finished and polished)
Necromancer Devan is drawn back into his family’s strife when attacked by his father’s minions. The deeper he gets drawn in, the greater the danger he won’t live long enough to escape again.
Devan stared in rapt fascination at his pale, unmarked hands under the light of the waxing moon. They’d been like this for months, but he was arrested by the sight every time.
Almost everything he’d endured had been worth this. Except for Eleene.
“Devan, get down from there!”
His youngest sister’s voice broke his focus. “Moll? What are you doing back so soon?”
“Does it matter? I need to talk to you.”
She was so earnest that he was instantly on guard, then hated himself for it. They’d always been close, despite their differences of opinion in recent years on how the family’s business and war should be conducted. It hurt his heart to feel any distrust for his youngest sister now. And yet how often had his father used her as a pawn in an effort to force Devan into doing what he wished?
“You just saw me less than a week ago. You can’t have even made it home. What made you turn back?”
Rather than answer, she snapped, “Get down out of that tree, Devan Endorus!”
He tried to laugh it off. “I’ve been climbing nandoras since long before you were born. Well, not ones this big but it’s safe enough.”
“But it’s not like it was anymore. I turned back because I realized what was wrong about you.”
Her eyes dropped to his hands before returning to his eyes, white around the blue iris now in contrast to her black ones. “So?”