Well, the call for papers has been issued for the Writing Center Contest. The twinge of excitement I initially felt upon seeing the flyer died within me when I saw that they changed the maximum word count from 2,000 words last year to 1,250 this year. Why would they do such a thing? Who can write a story of substance in that few words? (A Very Short Story by Ernest Hemingway doesn't count, because he was a short story writing animal) So I wrote a metaphor of the contest, which that amazing group of friends and relatives that take the time to edit my stories has in their hands. It is my intention to submit it at exactly 1,250 words. Who's passive aggressive? Of course, my metaphor could stink, and I have never been known for my prose, so...
Also I finished a draft of Pluck This Jewel..., that long awaited finale to the Jeris Trilogy (It's not officially called the Jeris Trilogy. It's just a story cluster that includes Toll Man, The Traveler's Gift, and Pluck This Jewel...). I laughed, I cried, but since I was sitting in American Realism in Literature while I was doing it I had to be very quiet in my emotions. A classmate said, "I am amazed at the quantity and form of the notes you take in class." Yes, quantity and form are what I am all about. That's why Pluck This Jewel... will hurt like a case of the hemorrhoids and a sneezing fit. So there you have it.
R.
P.S. The new Evanescence is weird as 7734. I'm sure it will grow on me though, like a leech or a fungus.
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You crack me up! I had to LOL when I read this post today.
Now shopgirl brings up an interesting point. I thought LOL was lots of laughs. But Laugh out Loud is probably the proper interpretation. I'm not very IM acronym savvy.
Anyway, R. has written some really great stuff the past few days, I figure since we'll have the novel in our hot little hands almost as soon as he can get it written, I'm not even concerned about how far behind that must have put him on his homework.
E.
I read the metaphor, it's brilliant. What does prose mean?
Prose refers to form - the way the words come together. Someone might talk about how much better British Romantic prose is than American Romantic or British Victorian prose. In my opinion a writer can have fantastic prose and no story (it's an epedimic with creative writing majors), or great stories and cottage-cheese-butt horrible prose. Like so many things dealing with the arts it is really a lot of personal preference and opinion.
R.
P.S. I am glad you saw the metaphor.
E-
You are way more savvy on the computer than I am! In fact, I did my first IM just yesterday. I am determined to learn all this new technology, so I can keep up with my boys. Well, and my family too!
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