Brenda Lee Drake is hosting the Can You Hook a Teen? Blogfest this week. It runs through tomorrow, so if you'd like to enter, there's still time! The idea behind the blogfest is to get a teen opinion on the first 250 words of your manuscript. There are prizes involved, and it's also a great way to read other people's work and get additional feedback on your own.
Here are the first 250 words of my manuscript, a YA fantasy novel:
They were getting darker. The whorls and lines that covered Faron’s torso were
now the light brown of field mouse fur. They would certainly be visible to
anyone who saw him without his shirt. Faron scooped a handful of water from the
stream, scrubbing it over a patch of skin on his stomach. He knew it was futile,
but it was habit at this point. He still clung to the hope that they would prove
to just be dirt after all, rather than permanent markings.
Faron knelt on
the stream’s grassy bank, running the cool water over his head as he tried to
remember when he’d last bathed. He’d been on the move for days, choosing
continuous motion over rest. He knew he wouldn’t sleep anyway. His ghosts would
be waiting for him. Instead, he moved ever forward, hoping to reach the market
in Terra before the other clans moved on.
He knew his future was bleak. As
far as he could tell, he had two options. He could either choose to remain with
the Fanai society by marrying into another clan, or he could leave the only
culture he’d ever known and be an outcast. Neither prospect was overly appealing
for an eighteen-year-old. He wished his father were there, or his mother. They
had always given advice and guidance when it was needed. But much as he might
wish for them, this was a decision he would have to make on his own.
I don't think I need to say it, but just to be on the safe side, all these words are mine. Please don't steal them! But feel free to tell me what you think in the comments. :)