Weekend Writing Warriors
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After attending an SCBWI conference, it looks like middle grade is what's selling, so I'm going to switch focus to another unpublished manuscript, MRS. ZIMMERMAN'S DONUTS. It's the story of a fifth grade outcast taken under the mismatched wings of a new boy in town. Is that cruel not to answer the door from last week? Sorry.
Here are my first eight lines. Please tell me if you'd keep reading––actually that may not be the right question since many of you write dirty romance novels and wouldn't turn the page of any kid's book, but humor me. I'm looking for an honest critique that will help me bring my work up to the publication level. Thanks!
Harrison’s tongue swept across his upper lip like a fat frog grabbing his fly––not the zipper. “It's called The
S’More––Chocolate, marshmallows, and gram crackers.” His beaming meant his stupid end-of-the-week party with the The
S’More as the guest of honor. On Monday guys will boast about Mrs. Zimmerman's homemade donuts dipped in
chocolate sauce or gooey cherry filling.