Brenda Drake and her small army of totally awesome judges judged my little entry worthy of being one of the six semi-finalists of her Can You Leave Us Breathless contest!
This is totally exciting.
Go here to check out the other entries and remember to vote before midnight Oct 27th– preferably mine, but you know, if you totally hate it I guess you could vote for someone else. If you want me to cry.
This story is 3000 words long and you can enjoy it while you eat your lunch, if you’re the kind of person who checks their email while eating lunch… Nice and easy! Make sure you read the first two stories beforehand, though. Enjoy!
Can you leave us breathless? On October 21 post an excerpt from your novel or other writings to your blog. If you want, you can write something new for the contest. Only one entry per participant. It can be up to 300 words (if the allotted word count falls in the middle of a sentence than go to the end). It can be scary. It could be a romance. A thrill ride. A twist. It can be any genre. All you have to do is make us gasp. You can end with a cliff hanger. You can get gory. Whatever. Just leave us breathless.
From October 21-23 hop to the other participants’ blogs and comment. A team of secret judges will be hopping along too, choosing their favorites. On October 24th the semi-finalists will be announced on my blog and you all can vote for your favorites.
Excerpt: New writing for contest.
Word count: 299 words.
Genre: Contemporary.
Only Skin Deep
As I opened the bedroom door, the morning warmth held hostage in the big white room escaped past me, leaving tingles on my skin as it tap-danced across my freshly shaved face. The glimmering golden rays of the morning sun languished into a spotlight on the large rumpled bed, illuminated her ruffled hair splashed across the plump white pillows like a careless slash of blood.
She was so beautiful, my wife.
Yesterday I took her riding along a quiet trail on the side of a mountain. It led to a waterfall and shallow pool where we stopped for lunch. She unpacked the food from the saddlebags, smiling at me as I lay out a tartan blanket next to the pool. Afterwards, she slipped off her shoes and outer clothes, and submerged into the cold water.
She had my rapt attention, and she knew it. My eyes clung to every curve. But no matter how many times she bathed, she could never wash it away. It wrapped around her and sank through her skin to the being beneath. A being that twisted and shrivelled into something hideous.
I watched as she climbed out of the pool, her clothes clinging to her wet skin, her flame-red hair dripping and now a darker shining shade of auburn. I couldn’t fault her for being beautiful. But her beauty was only skin deep.
I sat on the bed and stroked down the side of her face, the skin soft as silk. I smoothed a strand of ruby-red hair back from her pale forehead. She opened her deep blue eyes and smiled sleepily up at me. I pressed my lips to her forehead and my hands went behind her shoulders, stroked her long white throat. I kissed her goodbye.
Well, that’s it. I’ve done it. I’ve seen all of Disney’s Princess films, and a lot of them with good strong female characters. I’ve seen weak characters I dislike. And I’ve turned off a few films I just cannot stand.
This week I was supposed to look at The Black Cauldron, but it sucked so badly I turned it off. The film was an amalgamation of a series of children’s high fantasy books reminiscent of Lord of the Rings and Star Wars, but it flopped really hard at the box office. I wanted to watch the film because of Princess Eilonwy, but I just couldn’t stand it. By the time the mis-matched trio of the princess, the farm boy, and the elderly minstrel escaped the Dark Lord’s castle and went searching for an oracular pig with the help of a miniature yeti, I was ready to stab myself in the eye just so i could stop watching it.
Sorry, Disney, but you failed. Bad. Thank goodness a real princess movie came out four years later (The Little Mermaid).
So instead, this week I watched The Princess Diaries because technically it is a Disney film and the protagonist Mia is a princess.
Mia is a regular, unpopular, clumsy intellectual with only two friends, her mother a cat called Fat Louie. She learns from her visiting grandmother that her recently deceased father was the Crown Prince of a small country called Genovia, and that to continue to keep the country in royal hands, Mia must claim her right to the throne and officially become the Crown Princess of Genovia.
Apart from the whole royalty-can-run-a-country-better-than-government, inherited-power-is-better-than-elected-power idea that runs through the film, it’s very enjoyable. It’s Anne Hathaway’s film debut, and Julie Andrews makes for the perfect queenly grandmother. Mia must learn ‘how to be a princess’ – because, you know, it’s SO different to how people are normally. Disney’s princess line up makes girls want to believe that anyone can become a princess. Mia’s movie does deliver that anyone, any young girl, especially from a broken home, can feasibly become a princess – but it’s a lot of hard work. The animated princesses make it look easy. Mia is a shy nobody, hidden behind an unattractive demeanour (well, it’s Anne Hathawy so as unattractive as they can make her while still making her beautiful later in the film) and invisible to or bullied by her classmates.
Because in no world does pretty = invisible.
After a physical makeover and learning a lot of royal ways, such as how to walk, sit, wave, and eat, Mia still has to deal with her normal life of being a nobody-turned-celebrity, dealing with her shallow jerk-face crush suddenly becoming very interested in her, subsequently being overwhelmed and accidentally dumping her friends… and dealing with bullying as well. Which I hate. A lot. And Mia can’t fight back, because she’s a princess.
A princess learning how to do princess stuff.
Because she’s really a normal kid thrust into the spotlight, overwhelmed Mia decides to renounce the throne. Unable to face her decision, she then decides to run away. She only changes her mind when the words of her dead father speak to her through a diary he left her for her sixteenth birthday. She then decides that if she wants to make a difference in the world, she has to become the Princess of Genovia.
SHUT UP!
Mia is a good representation of a strong teenage protagonist in a princess film. Although the most important thing to her at the beginning of the film is somehow becoming the girlfriend of the jerkface crush who is dating the bitchy blonde cheerleader who bullies her, Mia grows and changes in the film, ready to grow up and accept her responsibilities and all the bad stuff that comes along with the good. Her personal growth is symbolised by her desire to experience a very romantic kiss. The kiss with the jerkface isn’t romantic at all, while at her acceptance speech, the kiss with her best friend’s brother who has fancied her all along (before she turned royal) is much more romantic. Mia makes a full circle with her character development: she goes through a physical makeover, an emotional makeover, and even a mental makeover. She is true princess material at the end of the film.
On Twitter I regularly tweet the spam I get here on my blog. Sometimes I do a post about some of the weird search terms that have led people here as well. Sometimes I just think to myself, ‘They Google WHAT?!’
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