The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Friday, December 30, 2016

Prepare for a Shift in Genres and Back-of-the-Book Blurb # 41

 
       Maybe I have two books (for adults, as in books for grown-ups, not adult books as in XXX fare) instead of just one? Maybe I have a memoir along with a novel?

       I was having a conversation with one of my writing critique friends, and she suggested I might have a memoir in the making--a true account of the unraveling of my family, a chronicling of my sorrow, an account of how I healed myself through writing.

      I'm thinking about it...   

      Here's hoping that 2017 (and the three years after that) are peaceful and compassionate and inclusive. And now onto the business of book blurbs:
  • Look at the photo below. That is the cover of your book.
  • You choose the genre. A book of fashion tips? A guide to dating? A memoir? You decide.
  • Write an enticing blurb--150 words or less. (The title doesn't count in the word count.) Blurbs are those enticing bits that prod you into buying the book. Sometimes they're on the back cover of the book. Sometimes they're on the inside front cover. What they always try to do is lure you into purchasing the book.
  • Lisa Ricard Claro was the original creator of this project  and this past summer, her third novel Love to Win debuted. Now she's working on her three hundred and thirty-fourth novel (or some number close to that). Check out her website.  You'll be glad you did.
  • Include your blurb in a blog post. Include a link to this post. 
  • Link your post to Mr. Linky. Mr. Linky is easy. You don't have to buy him a drink or anything. If you've never done it, you'll be impressed with how simple he is.
  • Check out the other blurb(s). It's interesting to see the different directions writers take, given the same photo.
  • And have fun with it. Think of it as a way to take a break from the truly important writing you do... like a bit of a warm-up.
      Here is the book cover and my blurb:






Full of Surprises Monty

Monty was getting married. Finally.

His mother thought the day would never happen. “That boy’s gonna be forty-five and still living in my basement,” and she was kidding, but only a little.

So when Monty dated Dorthea and then got engaged, it was miraculous. Monty, whenever he felt like living on the wild side, would double-knot his shoelaces. When he felt edgy, he’d roll on gel deodorant instead of the solid. There is a woman who loves a man like Monty? Hallelujah.

On their wedding day, Monty, eager to show off his new “wild thing” personality that Dorthea had unleashed, convinced all his groomsmen to wear colorful socks. He plans on doing a special dance at the reception to make his bride’s day extra special.

Will Monty and Dorthea stay together past the last champagne toast? Or will Dorthea become immediately too full of Monty… and leave him?  (148 words)


And for those bloggers who love to work ahead, here is the photo for next week:



10 comments:

  1. Nice how you pulled that fake topic out of thin air! It also looks like the wedding may be held in an area prone to flooding.

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  2. Well that is certainly intriguing. I wonder if Monty will dance in only his socks.

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  3. Best to you and yours in 2017, Sioux! (And the three years after!) :-)

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    1. Cathy--And the same to you. What is that famous quote from that old black and white movie? "Fasten your seatbelts. It's gonna be a bumpy ride"?

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  4. Very clever, Sioux. I hope Monty finds love that will knock his socks off.

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  5. I think a man who thinks colorful socks is important is a keeper!! It seems like we both thought of love when we saw the socks! LOL My post will be published tomorrow morning. :)

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    1. Pat--I actually like when men wear something other than the ordinary black or brown socks, too. However, those socks on those guys are a little TOO colorful.

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