The Pub Group and other “Friends of Emma” are reading Emma Mulberry’s Whole Story. The Emma confab hash out is scheduled for June 14. In the meanwhile, Writer Katz has been working up her query and synopsis. She wanted both in tip-top shape so she’d be ready to pitch Emma at the big writing conference the end of July.
She was supposed to be a finalist in the conference’s lit contest. As a finalist she would parade around with the “Finalist” ribbon pinned to the lapel of her business cadge. She would gush witticisms; bubble over with charm. She’d wave and wink to the other conference goers. She’d breeze down hallways, opening doors; in a rush not to miss the next symposium, workshop, or master class. At the pitch block sessions, agents and editors would be mesmerized. She would promise them to have the manuscript in the mail first thing Mon. morning. One particularly eager agent would cajole Katz into letting her read it even more ASAP. Writer Katz would hand her the manuscript Friday evening. Eager Agent X would stay up all night reading, becoming more enchanted with each page turn. Saturday a.m. the other agents would get wind of Agent X’s end run. A bidding war would ensue for the right to represent Writer Katz. Saturday afternoon she would sign on with Agent X to an unprecedented seven figure deal. Champagne would be poured. Writer Katz would laugh when it splashed on her business-cadge.
Only the readers for the contest didn’t choose Writer Katz. They claimed her synopsis had no plot or story line. They docked her for poor comma usage. Did she not understand one placed commas between items of a list? One did not write “fingers legs arms butts shoulders boobs toes heads;” one wrote “fingers, legs, arms.”
It was recommended she keep at it. Maybe she could look into taking a writing course that covered grammar and character arc/through-line.
Perhaps it is just as well Writer Katz isn’t a finalist. Her wardrobe is pretty lacking when it comes to business cadge.