Whatever the case, I had to do something. So when literary agent Janet Reid ran another flash fiction contest recently, instead of whining to the tortoises - again! - that I have no business being a writer, I pulled on my Minion pajama pants and got going.
I wrote with no expectations. I wanted to experiment, to reach. I wanted to stretch and tone that flabby creative muscle.
My entry made the finals.
The always encouraging and supportive Reiders rooted for my work.
Ms. Reid blew me away with her comments about my story.
And . . . I won!
I'm not sure who's happier - me or the tortoises. (After all, I can - and do - whine a lot.)
For the contest, we had a maximum limit of 100 words and had to include the following - city, lie, sam, hawke, woo hoo. If you'd like to read all the finalists, click here. My story and Ms. Reid's comments (in blue) are below.
Deer MommaI shouldn't open the door when your working, but Mister Sam
said it was an emrgenz. The city is full of flew bugs!We're going someplace safe, sekret. He'll keep a hawk eye on
me until you come. He's a nabor, not a stranger so it's okay. And I scarred of bugs.Missus Woo came, yelled NO GO! ALL LIES! Missus Woo hooked
her fingers into claws, scratched Mister Sam's face! They fighted until she fell down asleep.Mister Sam screamed HURRY! so I am.Don't be scarred, Momma. See you soon!Your sun Marty
This made me gasp out loud. The story is icy, but what elevates this is that it's written in a vernacular of sorts, but you still understand every word. That's not as easy as it looks.