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Taking flight…


I’ve been working on a little story for a while now. It originally was a story from the fantastical 3DayNovel contest – dashed off in a pile of sweat and handwriting over three days, painstakingly typed into my computer over the next day or two. I was thrilled that it survived the competition, made it to the top twelve!

I was so proud of it.

So then I thought, gee, maybe I should send it somewhere else, see how it can cope out there in the big bad world. So I’ve been working on it, toiling now and again, thinking about it. It’s not an easy story to place, being a bit odd and perhaps a bit offensive to some, though I tried to write it with love and affection throughout.

I had wonderful friends who read it, helped me catch errors, helped me make it clearer, less of a three-day panic attack (though I HIGHLY recommend that contest!). Thank you and kisses to HJ, PH, JP. It’s a shinier thing thanks to you.

Now it’s all grown up, ready to leave the nest, ready to face the cruel world. In fact, it HAS to leave the nest. I’m entering it in a contest and the deadline is so close I can smell its breath.

Of course, it’s heavily laden with my hopes and dreams and such things. Which tells me immediately that I’d better get some more submissions out there so the poor wee thing can fly without having to drag my entire psyche with it.

So fly, little story. A part of my heart goes with you. It’s time for you to connect with others now.

And now, back to work…

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Writing envy or how competition might actually work for me


So, gradually it occurs to me that my sweetie, newly ensconced in my den and the rest of my apartment…well, it turns out he is thinking of tossing himself into the writing game.
He’s already been writing for content mills and earning money- eeks! And now he has plans to write other things, romance, novels, all the areas I’ve been essentially puttering about in for years now.
Immediately upon this realization, I could feel my blood stirring with competitive corpuscles, all of them tumbling about in furious frenzy.
Dang it all. He can’t write before I do!!! He can’t be published before I am!!
The problem is, he actually writes well and has more ability to force himself to do things than I can.
So now my brain is ticking away, thinking of markets to send my wee efforts. I think this may actually be the push that I’ve needed.
Look at him – looking all writerly and ready to go… I suppose I could simply break his arm…(jk)

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