Hey #PitchSlam peeps! As many of you know, I entered #PitchSlam last year with an MS that subsequently sold to HarlequinTeen and is currently in edits. But I really wanted to participate in the fun where judges and slashes post a sample of their own work for contestants to critique. So I decided to do and entry for my current WIP.
Here’s the thing: This is an unfinished work and nobody has critiqued it yet, so if you comment you’ll be the absolute first. I welcome any and all suggestions!! Bring it on #PitchSlam! Here’s the entry:
Name: Kelly deVos
Genre: YA Thriller
Word Count: 80,000
If your main character could be any Star Wars character, who would they choose and why? Rachel would be Wedge Antilles. While Luke Skywalker gets all the glory, Wedge has been busy fighting in all the major battles of the original trilogy. Rachel is tired of doing all the work but being a glorified extra.
35 word pitch: 17 year-old Rachel Benedict spends her weekends prepping for a doomsday she’s sure will never come. When her father triggers a financial meltdown, she must save herself or risk her life to stop the crisis.
First 250 words:
Rule One: Always Be Prepared
September 27th, 2019
Einstein believed time travel is possible but as far as I know I can’t move things along by staring at the clock and willing the bell to ring.
Tick tock. I stare at a banner that reads FAIL TO PLAN. PLAN TO FAIL. SAT PREP SESSIONS THIS SATURDAY. Clock. Banner. Clock. Banner. Five minutes until the school closes for the weekend. No thanks to Einstein or Goedel, 2:40 finally arrives. I’m the first person to the door and I’ve got one foot in the hall while everyone else is still busy shoving their laptops into backpacks.
It’s weird because I am not looking forward to the weekend. I just want it to pass as quickly as possible so I can get on with my life.
I hit the computer lab on my way off campus.
“Nothing interesting ever happens. The class of 2020 will go down in the history of Desert Hills High as the most boring ever. And that’s really saying something. I mean, last year the Seniors actually chose Moose Murders as their class play.”
This is what Makeeba says the instant I step foot in the computer lab. I spot her sitting at a high table in the far corner of the room, her massive afro shooting up from behind a computer screen. Next to her, there’s a camera and flash assembly on a tripod.
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