Pitch Writing Novels & Stories

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P Code for outline: User ID + Writing Sample ------- When she's preparing dinner for him, he's out there dating; When she's drinking with men to get a business deal for him, he is announcing to be single for the price of his stock;

Present I stared at Patrick in disbelief. Words weren't forming, not in a way where I could put them with others and string them into anything resembling a sentence. An elevator pitch, as in what Cy told Pat to give me, was by definition a succinct, persuasive summary, a sales tactic to be used when time was of the essence. I didn't want short. I needed more.

Started writing the pitch. This was journalism. Not a rescue mission. Not a romantic subplot. Not an excuse to see the boy who’d taken up permanent residence in the part of my brain I used to reserve for ambition. This was work. And if the work happened to require regular access to the Dalton University hockey program, that was a logistical coincidence. Not a motive. I wrote until midnight. The pitch was fourteen paragraphs long. It was the best thing I’d written all week. And it scared the hell out of me.