So Nathan Bransford is offering this 250 word dialog contest over on his blog. He's even gone so far as to give it a name, The Preposterously Magnificent Dialogue Challenge, and an acronym, TPMDC.
I've entered, along with 300 of my closest friends, and this isn't even the halfway mark of the 48 hours during which you can enter. That man has set himself up for a hellsalotta reading.
All these bloggers are coming out of the woodwork for the shot at a critique from a real live agent. Which is better than a critique from a dead agent as they tend to mince words and ruin egos.
It would be a real kick in the pants to win/place. But I know damn well I have nothing at a point where a critique would help it. Then again, a deadline is a powerful thing. And if the deadline is "finish and edit X letter or X chapters before you lose your privilege" then I might just find the energy to work through the night. Which shouldn't surprise anyone: it's how we all survived college, ya?
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