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
The White Trash Hoe Experience
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.