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Show and Tell submissions


     I sent all three of my story hooks to Anne this week -- the last of the three I sent only a few minutes ago.
     If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you can read her post here.  Basically, she is hosting a show-and-tell for any of us who want to participate.  If you are writing a story for the Rooglewood Sleeping Beauty contest, you follow the directions in her post and send the information to her by September 14th.

      The Show-and-Tell will be on Anne's blog on September 16th.  I can hardly wait.  Like one commenter (on Anne's blog) said, this is a chance to see more intriguing stories than just the five winners.

      Have you sent your story hook to Anne yet?  Was the hook hard to write or easy?  Did it feel weird to hit the "send" button?

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  1. I haven't sent mine in (yet). I'm pretty sure I will, if I can get all the things I need pulled together in time. I'm pretty excited to see all the different ideas everyone has come up with! It's going to be all kinds of fun! ~Savannah P.

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  2. I sent mine in, the hook was hard to write unbelievably so.

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    1. Yay! Congratulations, Skye!
      It was for me, too. And I wrote several attempts before settling on one. That's one of the things that is so good about this contest -- it pushes me just a little farther than I have gone before.
      But, you know what? It's kind of fun for me to think that both your hook and mine are sitting next to each other in Anne's inbox. :D :D :D And, while the adult part of me knows they are just emails, the childish part of me imagines that they are friends now. ;)

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