Ahhhh! Moi-nica Brinkman! A woman after my own heart! When she is not forest-nymphing behind those Foster Grants you can find her here: http://www.itmattersradio.com/
A scant three weeks remains for you to enter our contest Once Upon a Time and a chance to win $250 first prize. And remember that the five semifinalists will each get a gift certificate to the bookstore of their choice. Details on how to enter, win stuff, become famous and suddenly handsome/beautiful and irresistible to the gender or species of your choice can be found here: http://www.awordwithyoupress.com/2014/03/20/once-upon-a-time-our-new-contest/
The whole idea behind the contest is to coerce you into making good on your threat, whispered as pillow talk or casually conversationalated at the the water cooler at work, that you will write a novel. If you submit a prologue, then none can say it is an idle threat; you have actually begun!
Monica Brinkman, hostess of It Matters Radio and friend of A Word with You Press, has made good on the threat.
Here is the prologue to
by Monica Brinkman
From the start of time, they questioned all…
the reason for life’s’ prodigal
Each side speaking their own truths
configured to gain fortitude
among the mass of peers
‘It is what it is’ mystifies the mind
of kings, presidents and seers
Angela sat, still and silent, arms to her side and legs placed firmly on the ground. The musky odor of the dank room filled her nostrils as she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Her long blonde hair, secured in a ponytail, cascaded down the back of the worn Adirondack chair, her green eyes shut tight as she allowed the music to enter her mind. Such a wondrous sound encased her very being, caressing her body and embracing her soul. She was lost in a world of awe and inspiration, an existence of pure beauty and exquisite motion and wonderment of the moment.
Angela bolted upright, her euphoria interrupted, arms tense, firmly grasping the sides of the chair. A pestiferous, Mephistophelian darkness had shown its face. An offensive, revolting and repulsive melody filled her ears. She blinked her eyes once, then again in an attempt to rid herself of the evil that had disturbed her peace and tranquility. She shuttered, body trembling in apprehension, for what she knew was to occur…to her… to friends… to family and perhaps ultimately, to humanity.
Angela realized California would prove to be the greatest challenge of her life.