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Update on the Contest Judging

Hi, everybody! I just got an update from the contest Facebook page!
Most of our stories are still in the first round, but one judge has finished and bumped her selections to the second round of judging. So exciting!!!

The first round is the one in which the contest judges read each story given to them, fill out a feedback form, and choose five top picks. [The feedback forms judge the story in 12 different categories (plot, dialogue, pacing, use of Snow White elements, etc), giving ratings between "needs a lot of work" to "excellent". Anne said she might have some sort of Facebook celebration for people who got a perfect score, even if they didn't make it into the collection.] The stories are divided among the judges. I like to picture it like dealing cards. So each judge has a different set of stores to read and pick from. And each judge sends their top five picks -- and maybe some "honorable mentions" -- to Anne. I don't know how many judges there are, but if there were five judges, then Anne gets 25 stories (or more) sent to her.

Anne does the second round of judging, narrowing it down to ten stories. Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who are the top ten of them all.

The third round of judging involves Anne and two other editors from Rooglewood Press sitting down together to pick the five stories that fit together to make a best-selling collection.

So Anne is starting to read some of our stories already! I'm so excited!

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  1. I'm so excited and terrified. I also keep thinking that I might not even make it past the first round, but there is feedback either way so I try to focus on that.

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  2. The feedback is going to be awesome. We'll get an idea where our weak spots are so we can become better writers. I'm excited about that!

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