Wow. Wow wow wow. What a week.
Thank you so much to everyone who entered, followed, voted on, talked about, breathed on, or was vaguely aware of the Stupendously Ultimate First Line Challenge. It’s been a whole lot of fun, and something we’ll have to do again. Someday. When I’m well rested. And have a big bottle of bourbon at my side.
If you haven’t already, please write-in your vote in the comments section of yesterday’s post announcing the nominees. It’s neck and neck! A dead heat! Also, please refrain from open campaigning for the nominees here or elsewhere on the Internet — I know it’s fun to root for your friends but let’s keep this as fair and objective as possible and let everyone decide on their own. Voting will close Sunday evening and the stupendously ultimate winner will be announced on Monday.
MEANWHILE, there was publishing news this week.
As noted by many, author Madeleine L’Engle passed away last week. 26 publishers passed on A WRINKLE IN TIME before it went on to become a classic.
The winners of the Quills were announced this week. “What? already?” Yes! Already! I’ll give you one hint about who won for fiction: his name rhymes with Shmormac ShmcMarthy. Personally I am extremely concerned that the combined weight of the awards he has won this year is going to create a black hole in the vicinity of Santa Fe, New Mexico that will swallow us all. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
As first reported by GalleyCat, James Frey landed on his feet with a new book deal with noted piano maestro Jonathan Burnham. (Seriously, the man is an amazing piano player.) Oh, and Jonathan happens to be the publisher of HarperCollins, too. Frey is writing a novel this time.
And finally, 101 Reasons to Stop Writing has issued its September de-motivator, which is just pure genius. I particularly like the pensive man in the blue shirt in the middle, who I like to imagine is trying to forget that someone may have used an evil albino as a villain in the past.
Have a great weekend!