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I. Am. Heartbroken.
Well, not really...well, yeah I am.
Maybe I don't know enough about publicity, maybe I don't know how to market myself.
Maybe I should have put up what the prize is?
But when I check my inbox, it's empty. Not a word. Not a story. Nothing.
I have no entries for my first ever contest. *sniff sniff*
Now, I KNOW there are some great writers out there. I've participated with them in Alison Tyler's contests.
But what am I doing wrong?
So, here we go. Today was SUPPOSED to be the deadline. But since I can't have a contest without entries, I'm extending it. For the weekend.
Yeah, I realize that it's a long weekend, and no one really wants to be writing when they can be outside enjoying the lovely weather.
But it's only 500 words. And I know that most of you can pound those out in your sleep.
So, once again - here are the details (and they're copied straight from the post so I can't sue myself for copyright infringement. LOL)
Inspired by my iPod, which has been known to have a sick sense of humor sometimes, here's your assignment, should you choose to accept it.
It's summer time. Sunshine, beaches, water, patios, cottages, drinks with little umbrellas - and lots and lots of wonderfully dark, romantic, sultry and sweaty places to have sex. Oh, and music. Cool music. Loud music. Bopping music that seems out of place in the dreary, cold grip of winter.
So, pick your favourite summer song. Use it as the title. Give me no more than 500 words. Make us moan, make us sweat, make us sing.
Anyone can enter. If you've sold 10,000 stories, or are just entering the world of erotica, I'm taking all entrants. No discrimination here.
... the usual "NSW" rules apply. You know, no sex with - anyone under 18, animals (as per usual, shifters don't count), things or people that are dead (supernatural beings are ok though, as long as they're over 18). No snuff. No scat. Anything that is sent in those categories is automatically deleted, no matter how good you may think it is.
The prize? I'm not quite sure yet. But rest assured, as a frequent participant in these contests, I know the value of working for something worthwhile. So I shall, indeed, make it worth your while.
What am I forgetting? Oh right! Deadline and where to send it. D'OH.
Have it in by midnight (EST if you please) on July 11 to angell dot brooks at hotmail dot com.
And I know it's completely uncouth to beg (but I've never claimed to be couth hehe), but please, please, PLEASE - help a girl out.
Let's celebrate summer and shiny, sweaty bodies together.