I've participated in PitMad and NestPitch on Twitter, and both have provided the opportunity to pitch my manuscript to potential agents. I have also benefited from the wonderful opportunities to share my hopes, my dreams and my work with like-minded writers (who are also moms, dads, teachers, and members of communities all over the world).
Currently I'm participating in PitchSlam, and I have found this pitching competition offers a new benefit--critique by professionals. The process works like this.
My first 35 word pitch:
Name: Cheryl R Cowtan
Genre: Adult / Dark Fantasy
Title: The Precious Quest
Word Count: 90,000
Song: Ayreon - River of Time http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XAPosjkbfQ
The pitch feedback I received:
I feel empowered by the suggestions provided on PitchSlam. It's one thing to have that emotionally satisfying feedback of "awesome" or "good", but it's quite another to receive actionable responses to my work. That's where the true value lies, in the feedback that guides improvement.
What do you think? Improved?
Where can you see changes still being needed?
If you are a writer, consider all of the Pitch competitions, but especially PitchSlam for the value you will get through feedback on your work.
You can find me on Twitter at NspiredMe2Write, where I will be sharing more tips from my author's journey.
Currently I'm participating in PitchSlam, and I have found this pitching competition offers a new benefit--critique by professionals. The process works like this.
- Pitch 35 words
- Receive feedback for improvement
- Submit first 250 words
- Receive feedback for improvement
- Submit revised 35 word pitch and revised 250 words
My first 35 word pitch:
Name: Cheryl R Cowtan
Genre: Adult / Dark Fantasy
Title: The Precious Quest
Word Count: 90,000
Song: Ayreon - River of Time http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XAPosjkbfQ
Pitch:
When the Firslain betray the
goddess, and breed abominations to replace the virtuous, Laywren, Queen of the
Horde, swears to defeat the deceivers, cleanse the unnatural, and restore the
goddess, before their world is lost.
Your
pitch gives a lot of details, but about things and people that are unique to
your world, which is disorienting. The pitch would work if the reader was as
familiar with your world as you are, but we have no idea what Firslain, the
virtuous, breeding abominations, the Horde, the deceiver or the unnatural are.
As such, we can't grasp what's going on in the story or why. Paint a picture of
the central plot in a way that someone who has no idea what your book is about
can understand.
I submitted my MS first 250 words:
Nethaz, the giant warrior dropped to his knees. The impact of his
weight rumbled the rain-starved ground beneath my feet. I raised my bow,
scanning the forest at his back and the battlefield at his side. But no shadows
leapt between the tree trunks below the twisting, yellow leaves. The bodies of
the dying warriors lay still in the red dust, sprawled out across the distance
between the giant and the tip of my arrow.
Nethaz’s powerful hands released his axe and shield, and the clang
of his weapon’s fall echoed across the field, ringing into silence. His head
dropped to his chest, and his black hair parted revealing the back of his neck.
An axe wielder does not bear his neck, not on the field of battle.
“What ails you?” I called out.
He did not answer, but rocked on his knees, his long hair swinging
around his face. I listened in disbelief, as a low keening moan escaped his
twisted mouth. My heart hardened against him, for his tears were staining our
hard-won victory. Turning my bow his way, I narrowed my eyes against the drying
wind. As I made my decision, the blood rushed to my ears, and the sound of
Nethaz’s shuddering breaths sharpened.
“What do you plan to do, Laywren?” Dorn’s steady voice rolled
across my tense back, as he walked up from behind me.
I did not turn. “Nethaz regrets fighting for the Horde,” I
answered, drawing back the arrow until the bowline sung.
The 250 words Feedback I Received
In the first line you tell us Nethaz
is a giant warrior. You've shown warrior, why not show his size by the way he
moves or by describing his girth. You've got a start on that in the way the
ground rumbles. No need to tell in the first line. Also you use 'bear' his
neck, when the correct homophone would be 'bare' as in made naked by
brushing away the hair/clothing. There is a missing comma after 'parted' and
before 'revealing.' Watch words like 'up, down' off, out' and other
directionals as often they can be cut.
This piece did raise
my curiosity about what would happen next. And despite starting in
the middle of action, I was able to follow what was happening and even want to
see more.
Working from the feedback, I revised both the pitch and the 250 words. Here are the results:
Name:
Cheryl R Cowtan
Genre:
Adult / Dark Fantasy
Title:
The Precious Quest
Word
Count: 90,000
35 Word Pitch: When
the goddess’ sons betray their mother and corrupt the world with evil, Laywren,
Queen of the Horde, sacrifices her pride, her lover, and her rule to defy temptation,
defeat chaos, and restore the goddess.
250 Words: Nethaz dropped to his
knees, the impact rumbling the rain-starved ground beneath my sandals. I raised
my bow, scanning the forest at his back. But only the twisting, yellow leaves
moved among the trees. Between the giant and the tip of my arrow, the bodies of
the fallen warriors lay still in the red dust.
Nethaz released his over sized axe
and shield, and the clang of his weapon’s fall echoed across the field, ringing
into silence. His chin dropped to his massive chest, and his black hair parted,
revealing the back of his neck. An axe wielder does not bare his neck, not on
the field of battle.
“What ails you?” I called out.
He did not answer, but rocked on
his knees, his long hair swinging around his face. I listened in disbelief, as
a low keening moan escaped his twisted mouth. My heart hardened against him,
for his tears were staining our hard-won victory and were insulting to the
goddess. Turning my bow his way, I squinted against the drying winds.
“What is wrong, Laywren?” Dorn
asked, as he walked up behind me.
“Nethaz regrets fighting for the
Horde,” I answered, drawing back the arrow until the bowline sung.
Sobs ripped out of the warrior’s
depths, and my face burned with his shame.
“Will you slaughter a warrior who
has just fought like a god for your glory?” I could feel Dorn’s amber eyes
searching for mine.
“There is no glory in weakness,” I
replied, steadying my aim.
What do you think? Improved?
Where can you see changes still being needed?
If you are a writer, consider all of the Pitch competitions, but especially PitchSlam for the value you will get through feedback on your work.
You can find me on Twitter at NspiredMe2Write, where I will be sharing more tips from my author's journey.
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