When Duane Swierczynski isn't writing novels, books on beer or freelance pieces, he's the editor in chief of the Philadelphia City Paper. And this week, they announced a brand new writing contest devoted to all manners genre, not just the crime fiction kind. He explains further on his blog:
The quick and dirty: We're looking for pulp-style, page-turnin', suspense-soaked stories set in one of three genres: mystery, sci-fi/horror, or romance. They have to be set in Philly, but anyone can enter. (Unless, of course, you work for the paper.) The deadline is January 28, 2005.
The prizes are sweet. (Trust me.)
Sweeter still are the judges--most notably Ken Bruen, who's graciously agreed to take time away from blurbing all of the PointBlankers to read the mystery entries. How cool is that?
No matter how the contest turns out, it's going to be worth picking up the March 3, 2005 issue of the paper just to read Ken's judging comments.
I bloody well think so, although it would have been funnier if Ken was judging the romance entries...(Sarah Dunn has those honors, and Michael Swanwick will oversee the sci-fi entries.)
Sarah, believe me--I gave serious thought to mismatching the judge with genre. Who knows? I still might...
Posted by: Duane | January 02, 2005 at 12:33 PM
Does sending a bottle of Jameson and Philly steak sandwich with your short put you toward the top of the list?
Posted by: Aldo | January 02, 2005 at 12:34 PM
That reminds me... Jon and I came up with an idea for our own anthology:
Hug Noir.
At some point in each story, the protag has to give a hug of genuine affection. Then on to the usual choas and mayhem.
Any takers?
Posted by: Jennifer Jordan | January 02, 2005 at 05:52 PM
Oh hell yeah. My mom and I are in. Is strangulation considered a hug? It would be genuine affection.
Posted by: Bryon | January 02, 2005 at 08:17 PM