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by Kate
December 11th, 2023, 4:19 pm
Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Topic: NEW - Nominate Your Query for a Critique on the Blog
Replies: 155
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Re: NEW - Nominate Your Query for a Critique on the Blog

Dear (Agent’s name) According to your website, you are interested in novels dealing with women’s fiction. As you represent (name of author and book) you might enjoy my novel BACK TO SQUARE ONE. Jude Hutton finds herself in the unusual circumstance of remembering her previous life. She attempts to pr...
by Kate
November 17th, 2023, 4:46 pm
Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Topic: NEW - Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Replies: 209
Views: 182386

New Start Back to Square One

Con’s face is tight as he shoves today’s copy of the Winnipeg Free Press towards me. We were up late last night celebrating my first success, preventing John Lennon’s murder, and there’s a dull ache behind my eyes. Wrenching the paper out of his hands, I study the front page. Under a large photo of ...
by Kate
September 25th, 2023, 3:20 pm
Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Topic: NEW - Nominate Your Query for a Critique on the Blog
Replies: 155
Views: 128122

Re: NEW - Nominate Your Query for a Critique on the Blog

According to your website, you are interested in novels dealing with women’s fiction. At approximately 116 000 words, my novel, Back to Square One has a dash of magical realism and overtones of alternate history. Back to Square One is similar to My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares and Kate Atkinson’s...
by Kate
March 26th, 2023, 1:47 pm
Forum: Nominate Your Query or First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Topic: NEW - Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog
Replies: 209
Views: 182386

Re: NEW - Nominate Your First Page for a Critique on the Blog

Back to Square One Chapter 1 – The Early Years As I lower myself onto my chair, my insides clench painfully and the heat rises to my wind chilled cheeks. The teacher’s desk is empty. I alone of my classmates know what has happened. Miss Halstead finally trudges through the door holding a bunched Kle...