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November Catch Up


Hello there!

November feels like it's been a very short month - I blinked and it's almost over. Thank you for reading this post.

Agent Hunter

In my last post I mentioned that I'd applied for a free 6 month subscription with Agent Hunter in exchange for an honest review and it has been approved. I am really stoked about this. In a year that has been riddled with rejections, this sure was a nice surprise. I will chronicle my progress as I go and give a final review when my free subscription expires. 

MML Lit Awards (spoiler alert: sad face)

The finalists for the Maskew Miller Longman 2017 Literature Awards have been announced and sadly I did not make the cut. The concept for my entry Tommie Hart en die Kromknol van Mis Moeras was originally created in 2001, when I was only 21 years old. It was the first story I had submitted to a local publisher and consequently my first non-poetry rejection. I will publish my entry, which is a story very dear to me, in my next post so someone else can enjoy it. After all, I write so you can read.

Upcoming opportunities for writers

  • Entries for the 2019 Sanlam Prize for Youth Literature is now open. The closing date is 5 October 2018. Find more information on the NB Publishers website here. 
  • The Writer's Digest Short Story Competition is open and the closing date is 15 December. Get your info here.
  • The Moth Poetry Prize 2017 is also open for submission. A whopping €10,000 up for grabs. Enter here. 

And lastly...

For those who have stock in Bitcoin, I believe congratulations are in order. I trust the investment of years of time and effort (aka blood, sweat and tears, oh so many tears) I've put into fiction writing will soon pay off and secure me with a steady flow of passive income for years to come. Hey, a girl can dream, right? Now for some coffee and music - perhaps some London Grammar. Because grammar. I will be using Agent Hunter today to submit MAPS to an agent that I've been interested in since I spotted her detailed profile on the site. The awesome thing about Agent Hunter is that you can do a search to find the agent that ticks all of your boxes. I just love it.

Peace. 

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