On WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 10, you will be invited to share your own, creative versions of beloved Christmas and Chanukah songs, with themes related to writing or the publishing industry.
THE RULES:
- When the contest blog post appears, you may enter your masterpiece IN THE COMMENT BOX.
- Absolutely no emails, please. Comment box only.
- Please do not enter more than TWO masterpieces.
- Please use a screen name by which you will be EASILY IDENTIFIABLE.
- Lewd entries will be deleted. But you wouldn't do that, anyway.
- Your masterpiece should be an ORIGINAL set of lyrics that go along with a CHRISTMAS CAROL OR SONG or a CHANUKAH SONG. Make sure your theme is writing- or publishing-related. Please include the TITLE of the holiday tune so that we can all sing along.
THE ESTEEMED JUDGE: Alison Weiss of Egmont USA!
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Alison will read all the entries and pick her favorite. The winner will be announced on Monday, December 15.
THE PRIZE: An Egmont tote stuffed with Egmont books and ARCs!
Nifty prize, yes? And this was all Alison's idea. I asked, "What could the prize be?" and she said, "Tote!"
I ran a contest like this waaaaay back in 2009, with the lovely Lauren MacLeod as our judge. At that time, I wrote my own parody, which I've included below.
(And, no. You don't have to record yours. Just post the lyrics. I just happen to have a fabulous and talented husband to do these things for me!)
SNARK, THE HAGGARD AGENTS SING (lyrics below)
Words by Authoress
Recorded and Produced by Mr. A
Snark! The Haggard Agents Sing
(Hark! The Herald Angels Sing)
Snark! The haggard agents sing,
"Email die, and phone, don't ring!
No more queries sent from hell,
No more stories I can't sell.
Give me eggnog, rum, and cookies,
Save me from these writing rookies,
I've rejected forty-four
thousand and six, and maybe more."
Snark! The haggard agents sing,
"Email die, and phone don't ring!"
"Contracts, royalties, and tears,
Fill the weeks and months and years.
Weary, now, I shut my door,
Screaming, as I go, 'NO MORE!'
Editors, I'm tired of waiting,
On my last nerve you've been grating.
Thanks to you, I soon will be
Paying for clients' therapy."
Snark! The haggard agents sing,
"Email die, and phone, don't ring!"
"Give me sand and surf and sun,
I'm in desperate need of fun.
Farewell partial, full, and ARC,
I have had my fill of snark.
Lock the door and turn the light off;
Can't remember my last night off.
Toss the books and pass the gin!
Let the holiday begin!"
Snark! The haggard agents sing,
"Email die, and phone, don't ring!"
