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Rooglewood Countdown: 9 days!

New York, 1910


So, here's my next question for you:

What is a time period you would like to see in this collection?  Renaissance?  Victorian?  Revolutionary War?  Civil War?  1920s?  1960s?  Modern?

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  1. Contemporary would be neat, just because it hasn't been done in one of the collections yet. (I think?) I like the idea of Victorian as well! Or perhaps something closer to Bible times, BC or early AD...

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  2. Wow. All of those sound so awesome. :D I'd be happy with any of those, really. (Revolutionary War sounds especially intriguing though).
    I did have an idea for a Snow White retelling set in modern day... but with a Renaissance princess. My contest entry was set exactly 300 years in the future.

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  3. Victorian is a favorite of mine, modern would be cool, and I am a sucker for the 1920's but I feel that biased because mine is set in the 1920's

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    1. Yes! Can't wait to see if any of these settings end up in the winning circle!

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  4. I tagged you for The Spring Cleaning Writer's Tag

    https://skyehoffert.blogspot.ca/2018/03/spring-cleaning-writer-tag.html

    Not sure if I already commented this XD

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