Letting Life Lead
The deed is done. It is out of my hands.
I have submitted my first short story to a contest for the first time in twenty years.
I haven’t gotten confirmation to post my story yet, so for now I will share the synopsis.
Prompts: Spy Genre, Meditation Retreat, Nobel Prize Winner
Title: Mindful Things
Synopsis: A Nobel Prize winning neuroscientist discovers the critical key to erasing and creating memory. She must keep one step ahead of those who want to possess the knowledge, but who can you trust when everyone is watching?
Is it good? I don’t know.
Is it my best? I worked my ass off, consulted with beta readers, and put my best foot forward.
Do I think it was enough? I know about as much to that answer as John Snow.
I really hope I make it through the first round, but I am wracked by doubt. Is the story unique enough? If it isn’t, does it pack enough narrative punch to make up for it? Were all the typos eradicated?
I have entire month to torture myself.
There's comedic gold behind every painful experience. Here are mine.
playing by my own rules
We take the heat 'cause we gotta eat.
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