For my Sci-Fi friends, I've come across two contests of interest. The first is Paul Malmont's The Astounding, The Amazing, and The Unknown Story Contest. There is no monetary prize, but if you win your story will be published in Simon and Schuster's paperback edition of the above named novel by Paul Malmont. And, your win will be announced at Comic Con International in San Diego. Not too shabby. There are rules, of course, so please visit HERE for submission information. Deadline is July 4th, so you better start writing! Sorry for the short notice; I just found this one yesterday.
Here's the second:
This contest is the Rosetta Books Galaxy Project. Here's what you'll be competing to win:
- Be published in e-book as part of The Galaxy Project collection.
- Receive an advance of $1,000 against royalties of 50% of net receipts to 2,500 copies and 60% of net receipts thereafter for world English digital rights.
- Retain the copyright and all rights other than the initial digital use (per Galaxy Magazine's policy)
For full information on how to enter, click HERE. The submission deadline isn't until September 2, 2011, so you have plenty of time to pen your masterpiece.
Good luck!
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I cried again, dagnabbit. I am a Goodbye Wuss.
My son, who lives in Florida, visited over the weekend. His lovely girlfriend accompanied him, and we enjoyed a wonderful family weekend. It had to end of course, and that meant the dreaded goodbye.
Some mothers say goodbye to their grown-up kids with nary a tear to mar the farewell. I envy those mothers their stalwart demeanor and stiff upper lip. I don’t like being a cry baby.
Lest you think me an emotional basket case, please understand that I don’t cry all day. It is just that initial wrenching away that starts the water works. The tears flow for a couple of minutes, and then I’m rational again. But flow they do.
I don’t regret honest emotion, but it would be nice to stop the goodbye tears. It only makes my son feel bad and does nothing to make me feel better. And I’m proud that he’s strong and self-sufficient; happy that he moved to a place where he is thriving, even if it means seeing him only a few times a year.
So why the boo-hooing, for Pete’s sake?
If you know the secret method for clean, tear-free goodbyes, I’d appreciate a tip. My kids deserve a smiling face when they depart the nest, and I’d like to give them one.
Besides, I don’t like being a wuss.
Lisa
