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Fighting Talk

Noticing how slow you are to go to the polls dear readers, my WIPs wish to state their arguments for publication one last time before voting ends.  So here they are, speaking for themselves. When you've made up your mind please cast your vote in the poll in the sidebar.



Hi there
My name is THE WITCH ADOPTION PROJECT and I'm a WIP sitting in a folder on Rae's laptop. I want more out of life. I don't want to stay a draft forever more. I want to be published.

So I'm appealing to you dear followers to support my cause and vote for me. Yes I'm young. Yes I'm precocious. But age is only good for wine and cheese. I'm neither.
The rest is now up to you. You know what you have to do.



So folks
The young upstart makes some interesting comments but I'd like to stop you in your tracks. What you want to be doing is voting for me.

It's simple really, I'm the final instalment in a trilogy so you know that means I'm going to be one heck of a read. Besides, I'm SciFi and that cheeky young thing is merely Fantasy. We all know I'm the better genre. So get those voting fingers going. You know it's the right thing to do.

Comments

  1. On my facebook page WHEN RAINBOWS DARE is currently in the lead by only 7 votes so if you want the precocious little upstart to win you'd better vote for her folks.

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  2. The WIPs are really duking it out right now. The WITCH ADOPTION PROJECT has jumped into the lead on my facebook page. She currently has 214 votes while WHEN RAINBOWS DARE is lagging behind with only 209. I wonder what the voting count will be by the end of the day.

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  3. The cheeky young thing is currently in the lead by 13 points on my facebook page. If you're a SciFi fan you'd better start voting for WHEN RAINBOWS DARES before it's too late.

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  4. On my facebook page the young pretender is still in the lead with 316 vote and the Scifi teenager lagging behind at 292. But this thing's not over till it's over. There are still 13 days of voting time left. Let those fingers do the talking folks!

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  5. As of this morning Little Miss Fantasy Thang is 31 votes ahead of young Mr Scifi. If you're a lover of scifi you'd better get those voting fingers working a lot harder than they currently are or fantasy's gonna walk it to the printers. You've got till the end of Feb to make your mark you Scifi lovers.

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