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Warn­ing: Gra­tu­itous horn-tooting ahead. 

After sev­eral days of rumi­nat­ing, I decided to out myself. I  entered the hook for my lat­est WIP. Soul Taco, to the

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 con­test, fig­ur­ing I’d see what genre writ­ers had to say about the premise.  This will be the last time I send this one out before sub­mit­ting. It’s almost ready to go.

I wasn’t sur­prised the author who reviewed my hook didn’t go for it.  Taste in sto­ries is like taste in onions–some peo­ple like them, some peo­ple have taste buds.  What I was sur­prised by were the com­ments from read­ers who enjoyed the hook:

“Per­son­ally, I think Hook 64 is the strongest out of this lot…”

“Hook 64 is pretty damn good. Come on…Soul Taco. I love any­thing that’ll force me to spit take diet coke out my nose.”

” I will buy Soul Taco. I’m not just offer­ing that, it’s a pre­dic­tion. There will be a day when I walk into B&N, see it, grab it, and give them my money before tak­ing it home and enjoy­ing the hell out of it.”

“If my agent is lurk­ing: TAKE ANOTHER PEEK AT 64!”

The responses took away the lit­tle sting of the judge’s com­ments and replaced them with a warm glow.  As I told my cri­tique group, affir­ma­tion is bet­ter than drugs, espe­cially when involves read­ers who spit up Diet Coke. 

Here’s the link to the whole thread.