December 12th, 2011

Belmar Arts Council, School talks and Puddle Awards

I had a great time at the Literary Adventure, hosted by the Belmar Arts Council in Belmar, New Jersey, yesterday afternoon. Many thanks to the event organizer, Patricia Florio, and everyone else who attended. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to the readings and making some new friends. I hope we can do it again some time.

This morning, I'm visiting Lakehurst Elementary School, where I'm looking forward to giving the second module (of twelve) in my Fun with Fiction program to three classes (and another three tomorrow).

This module's called 'BRILLIANT BEGINNINGS,' which seems appropriate since we're about to start the qualifying rounds in this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Opening Line. Assuming LJ's somewhat temperamental polling software cooperates, I'll put round one online this afternoon, though not before I've done a little prune and polish work on Barnum's Revenge.

How about you?

What have you got planned for the day?


2011 Puddle Award for Best Opening Line Heat one (of eight)

The search for the winner of this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Opening Line begins.

There are eight heats in all. The winners (or joint winners) from heats one to seven go straight through. The second place finishers battle it out in heat eight to see which title joins the others in the final round.

What's at stake?
Bragging rights for the winner? An interview and/or guest post here on An Englishman in New Jersey, as well as
signed copy of my book, Fur-Face, and a couple of I are a writer! pens, as shown in the pic below.

You'll need an LJ account to vote, but they're free).

This poll is closed.

From the following list, please select any opening lines which you think should progress to the final round.

The accel-gel of the Evermore Archive's space shuttle enveloped Julee Antonium Prost in a grip almost as warm as his mother's farewell hug.
After three weeks of luxurious indolence, Bez was ready to become someone else.
All was not well in Berkeley Heights, and Pauley Michaels was a guy who noticed things.
Aranaos leaned over the tools of his trade: the triangular daggers, the sickleswords, the darts, and the deadly poison from Egypt.
Arms and legs poised to propel her in any direction, Katie lay alone in the bed she'd shared with Mom the last two nights.
At the beginning, you see, Time had not yet come into being.
Black rainclouds boil, seething with hard shafts of water that lance evil skins on puddles, creating bubbles that burst like ruptured blisters.
The classroom was silent as Professor Lovegood placed the profiles of our charglings on our desks.

Links to the qualifying Heats
Heat one
Heat two
Heat three
Heat four
Heat five
Heat six
Heat seven
Heat eight

Final Round

Voting in Heats 1 through 7 will close on Wednesday, December 28th 2011 at 6:00pm (US/Eastern). Heat eight will take place soon after.

Good luck to all who take part! Vene, vidi, puddli!

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