Calling All Critiques: Submit Your Cover Art

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Starting now, Calling All Critiques is accepting entries for your cover art.

How to Enter

Submit your entry to Critiques@Saboviec.com. Cut and paste the following template into your email and fill it in.

Your name/pseudonym:
Your website (optional):
Title:

Genre (include audience, such as YA/Adult, and category):

Attach your cover art to the email in a standard format (.jpg, .gif, .png preferred). Make sure it’s big enough to be legible when viewed at full-size on a standard web browser.

This week, we will keep accepting entries through Monday or Tuesday, depending on interest. If you get them in before 8 p.m. EDT and spots are open, you will go into the next day’s round.

More Details

Questions? Check out some of the earlier blog posts or leave a comment below:

After You Submit…

After you submit, check out all the participating blogs and bloggers:

Thanks for being part of Calling All Critiques!


Calling All Critiques: First Week Wrap-Up

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Thank you to everyone who has participated in our first week of Calling All Critiques, whether you were a submitting author or a critiquer or just stopped by the blogs to see what was going on. The Rafflecopter random giveaway of two eBooks and a $10 Amazon gift certificate ends on Sunday at midnight, so give some feedback on one of the earlier posts and maybe win some prizes:

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First 500 Word Random Winner

As a thank you to all the authors who submitted their work to be critiqued, we’ve randomly chosen one lucky winner who has a choice of the following prizes:

  • 20-page professional edit/critique by Proof Positive OR
  • An author interview on the Proof Positive blog AND an author WIP Q&A on MM Jaye Writes OR
  • An honest review of his or her book (no horror/hardcore erotica) on MM Jaye Writes AND, if it’s speculative or dark fiction, Magic & Mayhem Book Reviews, with corresponding Amazon and Goodreads reviews.

 

This week’s winner is:

Entrant #5
Toya Barnette

Toya, look for an email in your inbox later today. You have until Sunday to respond as to which of the three prizes you want. If we don’t hear from you by then, a runner-up will be chosen. Once you choose your prize, we will provide you and the blogger with each other’s contact information to coordinate timing.

Next Week: Cover Art Critique

Starting Saturday, May 31, 2014 at 6 a.m., submit your cover art to Critiques@Saboviec.com. Cut and paste the following template into your email and fill it in.

The name you want to be known by:
Your website (optional):
Title:

Genre (include audience, such as YA/Adult, and category):

Attach your cover art to the email in a standard format (.jpg, .gif, .png preferred). Make sure it’s big enough to be legible when viewed at full size on a standard web browser.

Updated info for this week: Your entry will be assigned a number in the order in which it is received. Our cutoff is now 30 entries. Entries 1-6 will be posted on our blogs Monday morning, entries 7-12 will be posted on our blogs Tuesday morning, etc. This week, we will keep accepting entries through Monday or Tuesday, depending on interest. If you get them in before 8 p.m. EDT and spots are open, you will go into the next day’s round.

And all the rest is the same: Your email will be kept confidential. What you submit is what will be posted, so double- and triple-check your spelling and grammar. (We may correct crazy formatting errors as a result of email quirks, but still, make sure it’s clean before you press send.) You may resubmit an entry, but it goes to the end of the queue: if you submit it past the 30-entry cutoff, you’ll have lost your spot.

All 30 accepted entrants will be entered into the prize drawing, and the winner will be chosen by their assigned number through Random.org.

As always, if you don’t want both positive and negative feedback, please don’t enter. This event is for us to help one another grow as authors and maybe to make some friends in the process.

Some fine print: Entries that don’t include the above information will be discarded. At our sole discretion, we may also discard other posts for reasons such as offensive/distasteful material. Erotica may be confined only to certain blogs, and we may put an adult content warning on it.

If You Enter, Please …

Critique other entrants. The sky’s the limit on how many other entries you critique, but we ask that you at least provide feedback to two other participants.

Also, when you receive feedback on your entry, be gracious if you decide to respond. We would highly suggest not responding except for perhaps a “thank you,” but you’re going to do what you’re going to do, aren’t you? Don’t be defensive or explanatory; these critiques are for you to improve your writing. Take what you want and leave the rest behind.

And If You Critique, Please …

Be nice. Be constructive. Be specific. Be polite.

Mean-spirited or spam posts will be deleted. General “I love everything about it and I think you’re the next J.K. Rowling, ZOMG!” obviously-written-about-your-best-friend comments won’t be deleted, but that’s tacky. Don’t be tacky.

Join us for more fun next week!

While you wait, check out all the participating blogs and bloggers:

We look forward to seeing you back here soon.

Any questions? Leave them in the comments!


Calling All Critiques – Entry # 13

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Thank you to everyone who has shared their work for us to critique. We hope that our feedback is useful. For critiquers (and if you’re an entrant and you critique, you’re a critiquer), feel free to enter our Rafflecopter giveaway. One lucky person will win a $10 Amazon gift card, an eCopy of It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy by yours truly, and an eCopy of Guarding Angel by S. L. Saboviec.

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Entry # 13

Author: Adam Train
Website: N/A
Title: High-Side
Genre: Sci-Fi/Cyber Punk/Adult

The powerful screaming whine of piston pumping engines cried out into the hot dry night. Fading into the distance, the droning wails reached fever pitched highs before giving way to gear changes of complimentary tones. This was the music of the night, a common symphony familiar to any resident of the Barrens; a two hundred and fifty thousand square mile sprawl of burnt out and shattered wasteland.

The wretched plateau was the skeletal remains of a once thriving city-state. A dark labyrinth of impoverished urban rot, streaked with decaying winding super-highways and studded with crumbling mega-structures, it had been left behind by withdrawing populations decades ago. The sprawling morass of lawless favelas, ghettos and slums, fringed and enveloped the gated glistening super-city of Metro; a blazing metropolis of lofty existence. The decaying Barrens wastes wrapped around the bastion capitol like a greying fungal rot around its fuelling nucleus, feeding off its fringes. A city within a city.

In stark contrast to the Barrens that surrounded it, Metro was rich with technology and pleasantries. It grew out of the vapid horizon, into the night’s sky, with blinding intensity, visible far beyond the shrouded halo wastes that drank in its light. Some fifteen-thousand square miles of shimmering towers and colossal rises, tightly packed and stacked behind high, broad walls, the thriving haven three times the span of Tokyo.

Metro’s one hundred and forty million citizens sat secure behind its five hundred foot tall, two hundred foot deep, protective embankment of steel and concrete defence. These monolithic walls kept the Barren’s endless tide of wanton needy masses from entering the sanctuary, breaking upon its gates like waves of discarded social infirmity, repelled and halted in their advance. After all, Metro’s governing authorities couldn’t let the infinite rabble of global refugees into the city. The capital had a finite sum of self sustaining function and the closed system was already at levels that strained the hedonistic comfort of some. The luxurious existence that life was behind the walls couldn’t be obtained by all those who wanted it so. There simply wasn’t enough to go round.

Past the outer most Barren fringes lay an endless abyss of dead earth, a hostile scorched hell of pestilence and predation. Not many if any communities or townships still existed in those vast dry continents of death. With this knowledge, both citizens of Metro and the Barrens accepted their fate and their lot for the most part, understanding where each stood in this remnant neo-world. So it was, that the last known vestige of human civilization lived divided into these two vastly different worlds. The walls leviathan construction of looming dread and definite nature reinforced the boundary between the two, side by side, yet firmly separated by class and geography.

Yet, for all the great wall’s monstrous form and lethal defence, it like all things had weakness, soft spots that could be exploited, and so they were. This is why the screaming roar of engines filled the night and why they would do so for all nights to come. The Barren’s pirate bikers made hundreds of perilous runs each cloud covered eve, braving the winding paths of concrete decay and city fortifications to deliver their smuggled cargo to Metro’s walls.

The calendar year was 2096, some sixty years since the great purge and exodus of civilization, and the glistening climb of Metro’s towers marked her as the last great city of earth.

There’s more to critique!

After leaving your comments, you can head over to one or more of these blogs to see some more great entries:

Thank you to the entrants and the participants!


Calling All Critiques – Entry # 11

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Thank you to everyone who has shared their work for us to critique. We hope that our feedback is useful. Also, please note that we still have spots open: Submit your first 500 words to Critiques@Saboviec.com for inclusion in this week’s blog posts. We need it by tonight at 8 p.m. if you want to be included tomorrow and spots are still open. For critiquers (and if you’re an entrant and you critique, you’re a critiquer), feel free to enter our Rafflecopter giveaway. One lucky person will win a $10 Amazon gift card, an eCopy of It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy by yours truly, and an eCopy of Guarding Angel by S. L. Saboviec.

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Entry # 11

Author: Tory Gates
Website: www.behance.net/torygates
Title: A Moment in the Sun
Genre: YA

Chapter 1—Then & Now

The white and pink bus traveled along streets already congested by morning commuters. Dawn had broken, and the overnight trip was nearly finished for the handful of riders. Soon they would arrive at Shinjuku Station to be greeted by family and friends, but for one.

Though she appeared asleep, the girl curled up in a window seat, head against the window was awake. Her body, exhausted from a long ride and numerous fears was tensed. She wanted the bus to stop so she could get off, and get away.

Arms encircled the backpack, bulky with the thick sketchpad that protruded from the main compartment. The girl wore jeans, sneakers, a black sweatshirt with no markings and a denim jacket longer than the fashion. A military-style cap pulled low over her face, long, thick hair spilled from it, tied back by a rubber band.

This part of her stood out: the mane was shoulder length but wavy, not the norm for Japanese women. At first glance, one would think she’d given serious use of a curling iron, but the girl’s hair was naturally so.

She didn’t want anyone looking at her. In the ten hours aboard, the girl studiously avoided contact, although the elderly couple seated next to her as far as Kawasaki Station was friendly enough. Less talk equaled less visibility.

The girl peered out the window. Buildings loomed above: shadows of vehicles, bikes and pedestrians registered, but she did not look at them. She was here before, but long ago. Her hope was to remain, and leave what she fled behind.

The uniformed relief driver moved forward. He spoke to each knot of passengers politely to say they would be at the station soon. An announcement declared the same; with admonitions to each fare to ensure they had their luggage in order. The girl faced forward and waited.

Shinjuku was one of the world’s busiest rail and transit stations. Minutes passed as the bus wound its way to its stopping point near the taxi stand. The girl took a deep breath; she did not want to look too excited.

Finally, the bus pulled up to the curb. Brakes were set, doors opened and the girl took her place in line with the rest. There were only a dozen left; trundling their carry-on bags, each passed the driver with a nod or words of thanks. The relief man stood outside to help those off and to open the side doors for those with suitcases.

A brief thank you to each, and the girl stepped away. She avoided the few on hand to greet her fellows. There was no need to search; no one knew she was here hopefully.

She did not go into the station. Skirting the entrances, the solitary girl turned a corner and walked into the sun.

There’s more to critique!

After leaving your comments, you can head over to one or more of these blogs to see some more great entries:

Thank you to the entrants and the participants!


Calling All Critiques: Entry #7

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Last week I told you all about the Calling All Critiques event and the day has finally arrived! But before we get started, I’d like to take a moment to thank all of you brave souls who submitted your work. Hats off to you!

Anyone can critique but folks, please remember: be kind! 🙂

And don’t forget to enter our awesome giveaway. One lucky person will win a $10 Amazon gift card, an eCopy of Guarding Angel by S.L. Saboviec and an eCopy of It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy by yours truly.

 

Entry #7
Author: J. Anne Fullerton
Title: Birthright
Genre: Paranormal Historical Fiction

Sydney, Australia, December 1874

“Mr. Buchanan,” said Eliza Forth-Wright with a startled smile. “I wasn’t expecting you this evening.”

 She stood in the glossy wood-paneled foyer of her Gothic Revival townhouse addressing her unannounced guest, Copernicus Buchanan. The imposing stone edifice was situated in the Peddlington suburb, an affluent and park-like district of Sydney. On this night, New Year’s Eve, it was crowded with revelers celebrating the turn of the year.

Around them floated strains of Baroque music as a string quintet played from the broad staircase landing. Male and female shadow fae, dressed in fine clothing, mingled and meandered through the rooms and halls on the main floor of the expansive home. Several curious glances took in the sight of an attractive human male in their midst. Two familiar faces passed by in the crowd, stopping when they recognized him.

Dirk van Amersvoot approached Eliza with a predatory grin. His younger brother Lars stood alongside him, looking and feeling quite out of place. Lars was only there because Dirk had agreed to let him tag along.

Dirk was a helf, half-human and half-elf. Lars was full elf, Dirk’s half-brother through their mother. They were tall and fair-haired with similar features, only Lars sported the small fangs inherited from his father. They came from the same hometown as their human counterpart, but were almost half his age. They knew the man well considering they had grown up around him. He was their father’s best friend and an accepted member of their family.

“Nick,” said Dirk, puzzled by the man’s presence. “I didn’t think I’d see you here.”

Nick shook Dirk’s offered hand. Lars also extended a hand in goodwill. The young men were other names on Eliza’s list of eligible marriage material along with Nick’s. They had been formally invited to the New Year’s Eve marriage ball to seek wives. Nick was not on the guest list. It was not an event for humans so their surprise was evident.

Dirk was the eldest son of Buren and Bloem van Amersvoot. The Buchanan and Van Amersvoot families shared close ties as they had been founding members of the Falmormath Shire community more than fifty years ago. Nick’s father had established Gilgai Station and Buren, being of a race that outlived humans, had built Willowbrook. Their sheep stations abutted one another in the rural region north of Sydney. Buren had watched Nick grow from a babe to a man and in turn Nick had been an uncle figure to Dirk, Lars and their sister Beshka.

 “I’m a bit surprised myself,” Nick laughed. He felt slightly out of place in the company of the much younger men. He was a widower in his fifties, not a pup on the prowl. He paid no attention to the other people in attendance. He had one thing on his mind this night and nothing could distract him. “This was rather a spur of the moment decision.”

 “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Van Amersvoot,” said Eliza, touching Nick’s arm and gesturing towards a large dark door. “I need to speak with Mr. Buchanan.”

There’s more!

Other brave souls have submitted their work, so if you have time, please visit a few of the blogs below to see the other entries.

Before Ink Dries

M.G.’s Fantasy Blog 

Magic & Mayhem Book Reviews

MM Jaye Writes 

Official Blog of Brian Basham 

Proof Positive 



Calling All Critiques: Submit Your First 500 Words Tomorrow

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Quick reminder: Tomorrow (Saturday, May 24) starting at 6 a.m. EDT, we’re accepting entries to the Calling All Critiques event. Next week, we’re doing critiques of your first 500 words.

How to Enter

Submit your entry to Critiques@Saboviec.com. Cut and paste the following template into your email and fill it in.

Your name/pseudonym:
Your website (optional):
Title:

Genre (include audience, such as YA/Adult, and category):
Entry:

Your first 500 words may run slightly over in order to finish at the end of a sentence.

Acceptance of entries closes on Sunday, May 25, at 5 p.m. EDT.

More Details

Questions? Check out some of the earlier blog posts or leave a comment below:

Less than 24 hours before we begin accepting critiques!

While you wait, check out all the participating blogs and bloggers:

We look forward to seeing you back here soon.