On the brink of the annual SCBWI-LA Conference, there's one thing on attendees' minds (the ones without agents). How to begin the conversation? How to break the ice? How to get Desired Agent A to recognize my genius in a 143,000 word middle grade novel about talking (and flying) squirrels. So here's the contest. There's no prize, because I'd rather stand in line for Lindsay Lohan's court hearing than stand in line at the post office.
What's the worst thing a writer can say to Desired Agent A or Desired Editor B at a conference?
(plopping 400 page manuscript into Agent A's arms)
"You are going to love this poem!"
(I'm happy. That came together nicely.)