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Made of Awesome Contest Entry – Technical Difficulties

Thanks to everyone who has commented on my entry for Shelley Watters Made of Awesome contest so far. I wanted to let you all know that for some reason, the hotel wireless is causing my Google account to have issues. Basically, I can read your entries, but when I try to post (both on Blogger and WordPress), it creates a loop demanding I sign in again and again. Long story short, I’m read-only at the moment.  I’m trying to resolve it, but I apologize in advance if I cannot fix the issue before the end of the critique period.

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Made of Awesome Contest Entry – Opening Round

Per Shelley Watters guidelines for her Made of Awesome Contest (LINK), below are the first 250 words of my manuscript.  Good luck to everyone invovled!

Title: Undead Chaos
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 82,771 words

Every so often a single event changes your life forever.  For some it’s the appearance of a lost love.  For others, it’s discovering your inner passion. 
For me, it was killing a woman’s husband. 
       
“I’m looking for Marcus Shifter,” the lady on the phone said.  There was a muffled banging noise in the background.
           
“That’s me,” I said, pausing the movie I was watching.
“My name is Carly Banks and I was told you were the magician to call for unusual problems.”
           
“We call ourselves Skilled, Ms. Banks,” I corrected, grabbing a notepad off my coffee table and jotting her name down.
“Whatever.  All that matters is whether or not you can help me.  I need an experienced fixer who doesn’t ask questions.  You aren’t a government magic-guy, are you?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.  Technically I am a licensed Combat Warlock for the Delwinn Council, but I do a lot of freelance work.  Odd jobs are my specialty.” 
“How odd?” 
I’d heard that many times.  “People have different definitions of the word, Ms. Banks.  What’s yours?”
“My husband died a month ago and now he’s on my lawn with a shotgun.” 
“That works,” I said.  “Give me the details.”
“Anthony, the cheating bastard, had a heart attack the day I kicked him out.  Three nights ago he showed up on my lawn. He was gone the next morning, so I figured it was a just a bad dream.  Then he returned last night and chased my boyfriend off the property.  Tonight he’s armed.”
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