I started this blog so I could:
- Keep up with some folks when I divorced Facebook.
- Add another creative outlet to keep The Associates (aka voices in my head) quite and in harmony.
- Share some photographs when I take any worth a damn.
- Share some Flash Fiction…
Ohhhh, but there’s the rub.
I put up two short stories and was working on a third when up popped a list of short story contests on my Twitter feed. Hmmm. Perhaps I should think seriously about the contest thing. Put my money where my proverbial mouth is. For around $20, I could submit a story, along with two thousand or so people (ack!) and see if I get anywhere. The contests pay out a decent monetary award and publish your work on their sites, in their magazines, or even a few have anthologies published. Neat. There are many rules and guidelines, a overarching one in almost every contest? You can’t be “published” anywhere else. Not even on your own blog.
While not entirely bad news, as now I can run around saying I’m a published author. Albeit for a brief window on a barely read blog site, but we leave that part out, right? I was sort of hoping I could post a few tales I’ve spun, entertain a few folks, get some feed back, and maybe, just maybe, be discovered as if I were some leggy red-head sitting at the soda counter in some near Hollywood diner. Yes, yes, I’m well aware the 40s are over and they’d like their hat back. I’m keeping the hat. And a little of the dream.
So long story short (take that punners), if you want to read anything I’ve written lately, ask. Perhaps I’ll just keep a list of titles and you can check them out like at a library.
Because damn it, I might enter a contest or two. *sits up straight at the soda counter*