Welcome to another week without a visit from Bunny and the gang. We’re interrupting our regularly scheduled post to bring you this:
I made a promise to myself to enter a minimum of five literary contests this year. Sometime today the post office will receive offering #3.
Because I’ve spent so much time with each of the stories, it feels like I’m taking my child to the first day of kindergarten when I deliver them to the post office. Anxiety, excitement, jitters—an emotional experience.
As is the case with most writing contests, the results are usually months away . . . .
At this point, I have no expectation of winning, the competition is strong. But I love receiving the critiques to see where the holes in my story telling are hiding. I’m too close to see it for myself.
As I audition each and every word on the page, I’m reminded of the quote:
“It could be that there’s only one word and it’s all we need. It’s here in this pencil. Every pencil in the world is like this.” ~W.S. Merwin, American poet.
But I can tell you the word it won’t be: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. My lead would break.
So here’s to our pencils, our words, from which thoughts are born and shared.
Since this is a special edition, what would it be without a little music. If words were music, this piece speaks volumes. The Imperial March (Darth Vader’s Theme) performed by the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra: light saber included free of charge.
Until next week.