So, when I don't comment on your posts, this is why.
Going to the Grand Canyon is one of my bucket list items. We (my French sister, her great niece, a high school friend, my daughter, my granddaughter) got to Williams, Arizona late on Tuesday, yesterday we went to Bearizona (a cool place) and tomorrow we go to Sedona.
We're staying in an Airbnb. The place is lovely. The owner? Not so lovely. I'm going to have a blast writing a review once I get back. And when he tried to fix the only toilet (not) I got to see a crack in someone that will probably end up making my mouth gape open as much as the Grand Canyon did.
I'd love to know what's on your bucket list.
And now onto book blurb stuff...
Look at the photo below. That is the cover of your book. You choose the genre. Is it a nonfiction piece? Is it a guide for nudists? 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 writing challenge. She moved to Florida and is now enjoying some much-deserved beach time--on a weekly basis, probably.
Include your blurb in a blog post. Include a link to this post. Also, link your post to Mr. Linky. Mr. Linky is easy. If you've never done it, you'll be impressed with how simple he is. And then, check out the other blurb(s). It's interesting to see the different directions writers take, given the same photo.
Here's the book cover, along with my blurb:
Bridezilla in Buttercream
Denise was a bridezilla. She tore a path through her circle of friends, leaving them sobbing and cowering. No one escaped her wrath. Her soon-to-be-a-henpecked-husband. The minister. Her mother-in-law. Her mother. Denise screamed and cursed and tore weaves out when things didn’t quite measure up.
When the wedding day came, the body count was still only in the double digits… But then she saw the cake--the cake that was a buttercream and devil’s food replica of her. Someone had raked their finger across the red trim frosting that ran along the side of the baked bride’s gown… and there was no way in hell she was going to let that go.
“Stop the music. Everybody sit down. Now! Somebody ruined my cake, and I wanna know who it was,” she shrieked. What happens--when Denise holds the banquet hall captive to interrogate them--will surprise and disgust you. (146 words)
And for anyone who's brave enough to play along, here is the photo for next week:
