Letting Life Lead
Last night, I waited until 12:05 am for the contest announcements and then went to bed. What was I doing? I told myself to go to bed and to just stop. I thought I had turned my Kindle off, but it was just sleeping. Two minutes after I close my eyes I hear a “ting ting”.
I’ve got mail.
If I look at it and it’s disappointing news I will be up all night in despair. If it is good news then I’ll be up all night in disbelief. If I don’t look at it at all I’ll be up all night wondering which news it is.
I read through it, hands shaking. The results aren’t directly stated in the email so I follow the link. Then I scroll to find my round number. I click and…
Here is a visual representation of my emotional state…
Wait. Am I reading that right?
I made it to Round 2?
I MADE IT TO ROUND 2!
Oh my. I made it to Round 2… That means…
I have to write another story for round 2.
Three days. One thousand words.
I couldn’t have gotten this far without my beta readers (innatejames, The Write Melony, Donna Newshound to Novelist, and Christine Trudging Through Fog). I cannot remember who else, but there were a few more. They really made an okay story better with their eagle eyes.
The Literary (or Junk) Writings of Leslie Muzingo
Poetry, History, Mythology
Chronicles of a White Trash Hoe's Attempt to Climb the Social Ladder
Learn to Live
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry Journal
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
Illustrated Short Stories
Essays and reviews on narrative in games and new media
My reflections of life in general.