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Sleeping Beauty Show-and-Tell

     Ta-da!  Today is the show-and-tell!  I have been so excited for this all week.  Finally, we get a glimpse of some of the fabulous stories in the works for the contest.  Be sure to head over to Anne Elisabeth Stengl's blog to see all the story ideas!


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  1. YAY!!! Your retellings sound SO AWESOME!!

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  2. Yay! I haven't gotten through the whole post yet, but SPINDLE sounds amazing! And Anne Elisabeth loves it, too. Great job!

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  3. I was astounded when she said she wanted to read it. You have no idea how many times I read that sentence over again.
    And, encouraged beyond measure, I worked on SPINDLE's edits today. I hope this is not the only time SPINDLE is mentioned - I hope it makes it into the anthology.
    With Hearts of Stone sounds great!!! I love your blurb, and I'm looking forward to reading your story. I think it's a winner!!! And I love their names, too!

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  4. SO exciting seeing all the unique stories!! :D
    Your synopses were all awesome; I especially liked the pictures you chose. I loved all three so much I can't pick a favorite!

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    1. Thank you, Mary! I'm glad you liked all of them!

      I LOVED seeing all the unique stories, too! Anne had a great idea to host this show-and-tell.

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  5. I loved the sounds of all your entries! SPINDLE especially popped out at me, but The Caver's Kiss was a clooooose second. :D

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  6. I loved getting a peak into other people's entries, and Anne herself is excited for SPINDLE. I would say you have a very good chance of placing. Thank you for your very sweet comments about my story. I am drafting it, and still feeling unsure about it. You gave me a boost of confidence.
    :D

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