Folks, I’ve made it. I have arrived. 🙂 Well, that’s more or less what one of my writer friends (Micki, I’m looking at you) tweeted out; “You know you’ve made it when @Janet_Reid offers a contest in your honor!” And yes, indeed Ms. Janet, NYC
I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m addicted to Janet Reid’s flash fiction contests. They’re fun. They’re great practice for learning how to use words sparingly while building a story, which must include a beginning, middle, end. They give you a sense of accomplishment – yay
Chuck Wendig challenged his readers this week with a one hundred word flash fiction contest. Well shoot. I just happen to have a few of those from the Shark’s very own one hundred word contests. How convenient. And besides, Chuck threw down a double dog
I’ve talked about this before. Those addicting flash fiction contests run by Janet Reid, literary agent extraordinaire. How hard is it to tell a story in one hundred words? Doggone hard. The last one, a couple weekends ago, was in honor of one of her
When we set goals for ourselves, there is nothing better than achieving them. A few years back, I set one for running a marathon. I trained for it for about nine months, a race held in Bluffington S. C. It started at 7:00 a.m. Even
Janet Reid had a flash fiction contest this past weekend and despite my “head down, working towards THE END,” mantra on my latest WIP, I took a little coffee break and participated. You know, I really love these contests – I think I might be
