No folks, I haven’t been kidnapped and tortured by a deranged lunatic, but rather simply caught up in my own world of writing a novel. Taking the bull by the balls, I’m fearlessly entering a contest to have my work ripped to shreds by faceless agents. Oh, the excitement and anticipation! My mother always knew I was a masochist. 

If you’re interested in learning more of this fabulous opportunity, then I encourage you to stop reading this wonderfully written blog and rush over to the Guide to Literary Agents Blog – – now! 

And fear not, your brazen hussy will resume the writing of her tantalizing tales very soon. You won’t want to miss a single, juicy word.