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
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.