Showing posts with label agent judged contest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label agent judged contest. Show all posts

Saturday, 17 August 2013

Christmas in July: The First Success Story!



Yep, it's time for the first official success story from this year's Christmas in July pitch contest! Which means a guest post from the lovely N. K. Traver, whose entry DUPLICITY caught some serious agent eye last month. Over to you, Natalie!

"The Whole Agent Story"

Almost three years ago, I decided to write a book. Just like that. Just one afternoon, I thought to myself that the one thing I consistently loved to do was write, so I should get serious about it. I had an idea floating around in my head that had been there forever (really), and I'd seen the trash reality shows on TV. How hard could it be?

So I set about writing this book. First a few hours a week, then a few hours a day. Soon I had 40,000 words. Then 50k. Then 60! Around 75k I'd told the whole story, and voila, I had a book.
Once I learned a sliver about how the publishing world worked, I obviously had to send my ms off to agents as quickly as possible. Someone could steal my idea and then what would I do? But I'd read agents don't like first drafts, so I had my mother read it, my mother-in-law read it, and another close friend. After a few changes, I started querying.

Yes. It was a disaster.

Note that the following unconventional storytelling items are not popular amongst agents (or readers, for that matter): 1) Switching POV between paragraphs, for only 5 paragraphs every few random chapters; 2) Describing every single rule of your fantasy world in the second chapter like a textbook; 3) Not including the MC in the climax. I did much worse than that too. After all, I hadn't read a novel for four years.

Four YEARS.

To say the least, I had a lot of learning to do. After my query and sample pages failed to catch the eye of any of the sixty agents I queried - and it hit me that I wasn't a writing prodigy - I signed up for both local and online writing classes. I registered for a writer's conference. I found a wonderful community at AgentQueryConnect to help me with my query letter. I bought books on craft and plot and hired a freelance editor to help me. I also made silly vows to myself like, if I didn't get an agent in the next six months (because, c'mon, that is a REALLY LONG TIME), then I'd take the hint and stop.

Three months passed. Six. Eight. I went to the writer's conference and met some really cool local writers, reset my expectations of how fast the publishing world works, and read as many interesting YA books as I could get my hands on (The most consistent piece of advice published authors give aspiring ones? Read, read, read). I revised my novel a billion times. My editor taught me a LOT about characterization, point of view, and a million other things you never think about when you're reading, but must consider when you're writing. Ten months passed, then eleven.

At exactly twelve months from when I'd finished my first book, I had a brand-new, editor-polished version of the novel to re-query. It had been a year, and I had a fresh pitch letter and much stronger sample pages to wow agents with. I was sure my time had come. So sure that while querying, I drafted a sequel. And I did get a few requests ... but not an overwhelming amount. Maybe one or two partials from fifteen letters sent. Overall I was thrilled to get anything besides a "no thanks," but as the rejections piled up, I felt like I was still missing something. So I broke another of those silly vows I'd made to myself, and shelved the project.

I'd started another manuscript during this process, something totally off-the-wall and unrelated to my first series. Something I was just playing around with, not even intending to query, really. But I'd had so much fun writing it, I went back and finished it. Polished it up, made sure it made sense, and sent it off to my critique partners (sorry, Mom - by this time I'd accumulated some fellow writer friends, so they were my first sets of eyes).

Bless my CPs; they are godsends. One of them emailed me at 3 AM because she hadn't put it down since I'd sent it to her. Another told me I should definitely send it to her agent because it would be right up his alley. The third said I should start entering it in writing contests like NOW.

At this point I was a bit skeptical of contests, since I'd never had much success with them (though, to be fair, writing contests are how I met my fabulous CPs). Their confidence in my work led me to enter Xmas In July, and I bit my nails the whole week while Ruth and Michelle combed through entries, over-analyzing Tweets and bracing myself for the day they'd announce the winners. I was sure I would not be on that list. When Michelle tweeted that the winners were up, I clicked into her blog, heart a-pounding, saying oh please oh please oh please as I browsed the entries and ... did not see my name. "Okay," I thought. "There were a lot of entries. Chances were slim. It's okay, you can try again next time." But I still hadn't clicked the link to Ruth's blog, so I did, expecting more of the same.

Except OMG, it was NOT more of the same, because a few lines down on Ruth's list, right there, right THERE, was the name of my manuscript. My name and my manuscript. I couldn't believe it. I cheered in Forever 21 whilst buying shirts and gushed my life story to the poor cashier, who I'm hoping I paid for said shirts. When the entries went live, I braced myself again that I may not get requests, but it would be okay. I made it into the contest and that was a huge step, so it would be okay.

I got seven requests. In the 100+ queries I sent out for my first book, I never had that many. And I still received a few rejections off the bat, but the rejections were different this time. Personalized. One agent loved my writing but didn't click with my main character. Another said she liked the voice and concept, but wasn't sure about the pacing. And then one said she hadn't finished reading yet, but could she call me this weekend?

Yes. Yes please call me!

After an amazing week of phone calls and emails, I somehow wrangled in three offers. And on August 12th, three weeks after the contest (there are a lot of threes in this story...), I signed with Brianne Johnson of Writers House.

If you're in the query trenches: Keep going. Every day you're a step closer. Find fellow writers to support you, do things you're afraid to do, shelve a project that's not working. Writing is not an easy journey, but oh my gosh it's worth it.

Friday, 12 July 2013

WINNERS!



Other interesting stuff follows, but nobody wants to read that until they've seen names, right? So HERE ARE MY WINNERS!! (in no particular order).

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Cara Nelson: ONE MISSED SUMMER (MG mystery)

Alyssa Pierre: WHAT FUTURE LIES (YA sci-fi)

K Callard: SHADOWCATCHERS (Upper MG fantasy)

Dana Langer: THE TRUTH ABOUT MONSTERS (MG)

Sara Martin: PRINCESS OF SWANS (YA fantasy)

Rob Polk: TREE ROPER (MG contemporary)

Yolanda Ridge: INSIDE HUDSON PICKLE (MG contemporary)

Heather Davis: THE NEW EDEN CHRONICLES (YA sci-fi thriller)

Amanda Nicole: STILL THEY COME TO HAUNT ME (YA psychological thriller)

Samara Jensen: THE BALLAD OF EMILY DUNCAN (YA historical thriller)

Natalie Knaub: DUPLICITY (YA cyberthriller)

Monica Tesler: BOUNDERS (Upper MG sci-fi)

Valerie Lawson: NIGHT OF THE MUSEUM CRASHERS (MG mystery)

Anne Leone: OUT THERE (MG sci-fi)

EM Castellan: LILY IN THE SHADOWS (YA historical fantasy)


Congratulations! Emails will be on the way to you in the next couple of days : )


You guys also asked for an honourable mention list last year, so here it is again! I know it drives some people nuts when agents says 'unfortunately I just didn't love this enough', but that's genuinely how it is in many cases. I don't know if it helps but I want all the people on this list to know that I wavered A LOT over the final list:

Erin Funk, Alison Miller, Mary Hallberg, Jill Haugh, Prerna Pickett, Danelle Miller, Michelle Mason, Eva Gibson.

There was also fighting mature discussion over more than one of the finalists, but the less we say about that the better, yes?

OTHER IMPORTANT STUFF: When the winners go live on the 18th, could we ask you to save your comments, if you have any, until after the agents have made their requests. After that you can go cheerleader nuts if you want to. 


Tuesday, 9 July 2013

The submission window is open!





The contest is now closed. Thanks!

If you’re late to the party, here are posts one and two, where you will find all of the necessary contest rules/guidelines/squee-worthy details about the second annual Xmas in July pitch contest.
The submission window is open today from 6:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. EST.
As a reminder:
Please put your name, title and genre of your ms in the subject line of your email, like this:
Ruth Steven: AND LIFE CAME TUMBLING AFTER: MG Contemporary
In the body of the email please put your query (no salutation necessary) followed by the first 500 words (to the nearest sentence) of your ms. Whether that includes a prologue is up to you – send what you want us to read. There’s no need to include a bio, and any names or contact details provided to us will be redacted.
When you’ve checked that it all looks good, send your submission to:
xmasinjuly13(at)gmail(dot)com
You’ll receive an auto-response to let you know we have your entry. Please give it a little while to come through!
Good luck, and see you on the other side of the slushpile!


Friday, 5 July 2013

The Agent Reveal!




If you missed the contest announcement with all the details you need, you can find it here!

And now? The Agent reveal. Ready?

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The submission window will open on Tuesday 9th July from 6am until 6pm EST (yes, we added three more hours. We're nice like that.)

In the subject line of your email put your name, the title of your ms and the genre, like this:
 Ruth Steven: AND LIFE CAME TUMBLING AFTER: MG Contemporary

In the body of the email please put your query (no salutation necessary) followed by the first 500 words (to the nearest sentence) of your ms. Whether that includes a prologue is up to you - send what you want us to read. There's no need to include a bio in your query. Name and contact information will be redacted.

When you’ve checked it all looks good, send to xmasinjuly13(at)gmail(dot)com


You’ll receive an auto-response to let you know we have your entry. Please give it a little while to come through!

And that . . . is it. We look forward to reading your entries on the 9th!



Wednesday, 22 August 2012

The one where there's even more news from Christmas in July and it is also awesome

Remember this fantastic entry to Christmas in July? Of course you do, because SING TO THE WIND by Jaye Robin Brown is great and you know it is : D

She got three well deserved full requests from Christmas in July plus much agent interest from querying. You can check out Jaye's story on her blog wherein there is much encouragement and also stats.

And for those of you following the progress of #midlifecrisis, mainly manifested on the top of my head, here's the latest colour:


Yes, it's orange. No, it wasn't meant to be. Adding #bleachfail to #midlifecrisis.



Saturday, 18 August 2012

The one where there's news from Christmas in July and it's awesome

This is a post for the people out there in the query trenches, whether you're revelling in it or hating it out there. I always kinda liked it myself. It made me someone who was doing something positive about grabbing hold of the whole writing life thing. But I know that some of you think it's about as much fun as a room full of rakes. So here's some cool news. You know, because this could be right around the corner for you too.

It's been about four weeks since the Christmas in July contest, and in that time, four of the fifteen people whose work went up on my blog have signed with agents.

This is cool. Very cool. It's cool for them, but it's also cool for you because this is how it happens. One day you don't have an agent and the next, you...do.

And here's the post on Linda McLaren's blog where she tells you that she's now signed with Judith Engracia! I couldn't be happier for them both. Linda's THE SOUND CATCHERS caught plenty of agent eye, and I can't wait to read the whole story.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

#XmasinJuly resulted in 39 requests for 16 manuscripts!

First of all, a big thank you to all the wonderful agents that took part!

It's been an interesting and exciting few weeks for Michelle and me. I've read some standout queries and pages, and it was fascinating to get a tiny insight into the slushpile aspect of agenting. So thank you all for being brave enough to send your work to us. It takes balls.

If you follow me on Twitter, you'll have seen my stats tweets. I'd love to be able to say I used my mad maths/ICT skills to make the following charts, but that would be a big lie because I don't have any. Instead I need to thank Heather Hawke, Deanna Romito and Elaine Vickers who all worked hard so that I didn't have to. Excellent.

Also, shamefaced apologies to Elaine since I gave her the wrong total number of entries (hey, I never said I could count). Also, I have no idea how to make the pdf she sent me appear on my blog despite mashing the keyboard with my paws for quite some time.

The total number number of entries was, in fact, 351.

Adult (96)
YA (201)
MG (38)
PB (16)


Heather made this.
Deanna made this.
So there you have it. The official findings of the slush are that lots of people write YA and I'm a bit of an idiot.

Other stats include 20 requests for 8 manuscripts out of my 15 entrants, and 19 requests for 8 manuscripts out of Michelle's 15 for a total of 39 requests for 16 manuscripts (someone check that).

I hope they ALL turn into massive success stories!

Both Michelle and I had blogger glitches that meant one of our entries wasn't visible for some of the time. Rest assured we were both aware of this and made sure the agents were too. 

Last, but by no means least, you might have noticed that I had to redact two of the entries on my blog : D

This is because L.L. McKinney's COVETED has been snapped up by an agent, and Linda McLaren's THE SOUND CATCHERS is in the process!!

I couldn't be happier that we'll all get to read those incredible stories. It makes me want to break out the...

Yeeeaaahhhhh!
Both of these talented ladies have agreed to do a guest post about signing with their agents, so look out for those in the coming weeks!

All in all, Christmas in July has been awsesome, and we will DEFINITELY be doing something similar in the future.

One last request before I declare the entries open for comments: this isn't a critique round, it's simply an opportunity for you to let these authors know how much you like their work. In this situation, it's like my mom says - if you haven't got anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all :)

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Let the requests come in!

Below are fifteen of the thirty winning entries for Christmas in July! (The other fifteen winners can be found over at Michelle Krys's blog).

Agents will be dropping by to make requests all week, beginning today. We respectfully ask that no one else comment on the entries until after July 25th. Beginning July 26th, or sooner if all the agents have made their requests, feel free comment away (bearing in mind the sandwich rule of criticism), and to congratulate the (hopefully) lucky authors.

Agents, there is no limit to the number of requests each manuscript can receive. So if you see that an entry already has a request for a full, please feel free to make a similar request of your own. We won’t mind! Requests can be made directly in the comment box for that entry.

Entrants, please remember to send off any material requested by Judith Engracia and Lucy Carson as soon as possible after they’re made (though, really, this rule should apply to all of the agent’s requests, as we all know authors shouldn’t query until they’re absolutely ready for an agent to view their completed manuscript as they stand, right?)  

As a reminder, the participating agents are:

Julia Churchill of The Greenhouse Literary Agency
Vickie Motter of Andrea Hurst & Associates
Carly Watters of P.S. Literary Agency
Molly Jaffa of Folio Literary Management

And so it begins!  

#1 SPECTACLE (YA contemporary)

Dear Agents,

Doug Stelley plays a Questling level 48 elf, can find calculus derivatives in his sleep, and is infatuated with Deanna Hanemann, the hottest girl at Crestview High. When he misreads her signals, Doug asks Deanna to the prom – and gets shot down. His best friend Cameron thinks he’s crazy, but Doug refuses to believe he isn’t good enough for her. Unexpected help comes when Doug meets swagged-out Kalani James, a famous rapper with a knack for writing hit songs and ignoring texts from underwear models. When Doug gets him to the hospital after a head injury, Kalani tries to thank him with money, but Doug has a different request. He wants Kalani to teach him how to get girls.
Kalani reluctantly agrees, and with a superstar rapper tweaking his every move, Doug launches his steady rise up the high school hierarchy towards Deanna. But leaving the nerd life won’t be easy. Cameron thinks he’s a sellout, and his classmates act more like fans than real friends. On top of that, a cute underclassman catches Doug’s eye, and she happens to play a level 59 wizard.
But when Kalani loses his manager, it looks like game over for both his music career and Doug’s plan. Doug soon figures out a way to help his famous friend, but doing so will send his new reputation back to level one.
SPECTACLE is a contemporary YA novel complete at 61,000 words. Thank you for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,

Chase Baldwin


 “Remember, the Questling character exhibition is this weekend.” Cameron was talking, but I wasn’t listening. I had one headphone in as I scanned the halls. I knew she’d be coming this way soon; we had first hour calculus together. “We have to be sharp because those shadow dwarf pansies win it every year and it pisses me off.”

The door at the end of the hallway opened and she appeared. Deanna Hanemann – blond, tight clothes, dancer’s legs; she’d make the hottest elven princess ever.
 “Later man.” I had to get to class before her to stake out my spot. When the girl in question was a dime then you had to be strategic. Every guy knew that.
 I plugged in my other headphone. “The Spectacle” by Kalani James blared in my head, the latest rap song about how great it was to have tons of girlfriends – something I’d never know about. But it was catchy and it boosted my confidence, and I needed every bit I could get.
 My self-esteem could easily be represented on a standard graph with an x and y-axis. On any given day, it could be plotted around negative one thousand, give or take a few. Today, however, I felt somewhere in the positive numbers because I was equipped with the perfect thing to say to Deanna.
 I was the first person to make it into the classroom, as usual. Being tardy messed up a perfect attendance record, and I’d come too far to blow it now.
 Deanna was usually the last person to make it in. My guess was there was just a ton of people she had to talk to every morning.
 I heard her before I saw her. Deanna Hanemann appeared in the doorway, smiling at one of her friends down the hall as she finished her conversation. She walked toward her usual desk. The one right in front of mine.
 I quickly averted my eyes. She sat down, her back to me like a slender wall. Her blonde hair spilled down past her shoulders and I caught a whiff of whatever girly shampoo she used.
 I’d liked her since freshman year. Now that we were seniors, my chance to do anything about it was running out.
 Prom was the last big school event.
 Problem was, I’d never even been on a date.
 “Hey.”
 She half-turned her head toward me. “Oh, hey Doug.” She flashed a polite smile.
 “Have a good weekend?”
 “Um, yeah, it was good, I guess. Pretty normal.”
 I’d hoped to hold out a little longer, but it seemed like now was the time to pull out the big guns.
 “I heard Steven Henbury was being weird at Nathan’s party.”
 She turned to face me entirely, swinging her crossed legs around as far as the desk chair would allow. I had struck gold.

#2 PRINCESS PETUNIA'S PET (children's picture book)

Dear Agents,

 Princess Petunia's Pet is not a story for the faint-hearted. Princess Petunia, a strong-willed young girl, has chosen a new pet. But is an ogre really the best creature to keep at the castle? Inevitably he wreaks havoc, and the princess's poor parents demand that he leaves at once. Petunia, however, thinks she can reform him by finding him something gentle to do. At first gardening doesn't appear to be working - the ogre starts feeding his wildflowers raw dragon meat on the sly. But eventually the air of the garden works its magic on him, and he becomes a changed beast. But is it too late? Those daisies he's grown seem a little, well, peculiar...
Please note that I have indicated spread breaks (as opposed to page breaks) by the spacing in the text. The total word count is 634, of which the first 500 words, approximately, are given below.

 I have written a number of picture book manuscripts; my first is due to be published by Maverick Arts Publishing in September 2013. A social anthropology graduate (from Cambridge and SOAS), I live in London with my husband, four children and two guinea pigs.

Thank you so much for your consideration.

Yours,
 

Elli Woollard
http://wordstroll.wordpress.com



PRINCESS PETUNIA'S PET


‘I want a new pet!’ cried Princess Petunia.
Her choice though was …
…well, just a little…
…Peculiar.
 

‘Aaargh’ yelled the Queen, and ‘Gadzooks!’ cried the King.
‘Whatever that is it’s the scariest thing!’
 ‘I’ve named him Sir Cuddles, he’s still very small,
And taming an ogre’s no problem at all’.
But just to confirm all her parents’ worst fears,
The ogre, it seemed, had quite other ideas.

He bit the old butler, he mauled the poor maid.
Even the knights and the guards were afraid.
 He slurped up a solider, and then, in a rage
He peppered and pickled a poor little page.
 ‘Stop!’ cried the Queen, as the King wept with woe.
‘We’ve had quite enough now – that pet has to go!'

‘You horrible brutes! You cold-hearted slugs!
My poor little plumpling – he just wants some hugs!
He probably needed some food in his tummy,
And dear darling dumpling, he misses his mummy.
 My poor precious baby, come here, cootchie-coo.
I must find you something that’s gentle to do’.

The ogre tried sewing
and knitting
and drawing
But…
‘Bleeurrgh!’ he said crossly, ‘these things are too boring’.
 Then Petunia spotted some wildflower seeds.
‘Gardening!’ she shouted, ‘that’s just what he needs’.
 ‘Seeds?’ thought the ogre. ‘Seeds which are wild?
‘I’m going to have fun’, thought the beast as he smiled.

With a scowl and a growl and a horrible howl
The ogre made holes in the soil with a trowel.
He dug and he dug, seven feet deep,
Then he scattered the seeds in a big sort of heap.
 Petunia, prancing around in the sun,
Cried: ‘Sweetie, how marvellous! How brilliant! Well done!’  

Soon all the wildflowers sprouted and grew.
What was the secret? Nobody knew.
Nobody guessed, and nobody saw
That the ogre was feeding them dragon meat – raw,
And frogspawn, and snail slime, and wasps’ wispy wings,
And all sorts of nasty and horrible things.

But the flower-fragranced air of a garden is strange,
And the ogre
                Though slowly
                                Started
                                                To change.
He stopped munching maids and nibbling knights’ knees.
He even said ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’ and ‘please’.
He fed his plants milkshakes (much more delicious);
He no longer wanted them savage and vicious.
And Petunia, dancing around in the dew,
Cried: ‘Precious! You’ve done it! I’m so proud of you!’ 

And she looked at his wildflowers, tall in the breeze
(As the ogre blushed pink and went weak at the knees).
‘I’ll just take a sniff of these wildflowers, so…’
But as she bent over the ogre yelled
‘NO!
‘The cornflowers and poppies, they’re all alright,
But don’t touch the daisies they’re liable to…

BITE!

 The ogre stood trembling, his heart filled with dread.
There was the Princess, but where was her head?
He wished now he’d never been horrid and bad,
And his eyes filled with tears, all salty and sad.
But then, goodness gracious! By heavens! He knew!
The daisies should have something gentle to do.

He ran to the castle, and soon he was ready.
He had it! The answer! A big fluffy teddy!
But was he too late? He trembled and wobbled.
What if the Princess has simply been gobbled? 
What if the daisies had started to chew?
He turned round the corner, and there he saw… 

Phew!