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Maryann Becomes Mrs. Branch

I have entered my novel wanna-be, Maryann, now entitled Mrs. Branch, in a writing competition called First Chapters. It's sponsored by Touchstone/Simon & Shuster, and it takes place here. Vote for me, vote for me, vote for me.

Because of the competition, I have deleted my own Maryann site--she has moved onto other mediums, hopefully paper and ink.

Comments

oh Robyn, now I will have to wait till it comes out in paperback to read it. I knew I should have made a copy.

Good luck with this, can I still vote for you even though I have not read the entire novel?
dive said…
Robyn, they don't make it easy for us prr folk with rubbish internet providers.
I shall go back again when I'm in the office and vote, vote, vote!
Sassy Sundry said…
Robyn, I'm not sure how to vote here. Any tips?

I'm glad you entered. I'm pulling for you. And I'll vote once i figure it out.
Old Knudsen said…
I couldn't find yer book anywhere, maybe alink to go straight to it for us morons.
Scout said…
Rich, I'm sorry about that. I can e-mail the file to you if you really want it.

I may have spoken too soon--it will not actually be posted for another day or two. Sorry for the false start, but it appears they don't add entries on weekends, lazy bumbs.
Anonymous said…
But I wasn't finished reading it!!!!


yousosuck.

:)
GG said…
good luck, robyn! i'll vote when the site lets us back in.
phew, i subscribed to your rss feed for maryann over the weekend, so looks like i got the book just in time.
i'm looking forward to reading it.
Scout said…
Janiebelle, sorry about that. I actually thought about putting it off for a week or two, but I just couldn't stand it. Shoulda been faster. :)

GG, I would be really interested in what you think--good AND bad. I tried to get Dive to gripe, but he wouldn't.
Gina said…
Good luck Robyn!

I had seen your entries on it, but as I started coming here around chapter 10 or so, I didn't begin because I can never even get caught up on normal blog reading, so I didn't want to start it in the middle!

Give us the link and we will vote like crazy!
Ame said…
WOW! KEWL Robyn! Going to go to that link and vote right now! Keep us posted...AND WAAAAAAAAAH, didn't get to read it either..oh well, when you're published and famous I can say I knew her when! =)
Anonymous said…
Voted!

Good Luck Robyn!

youstillsuckthough.

:)

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