Crikey, another week's gone by!
Not much to report here - still working on a short story (but that'll be a given for the next 6 months). This one was due last weekend; I think I'll have it done tomorrow. I just have to ramp up the tension in the second half, so that it's more of a surprise when the little guy kills the overbearing one.
Must get this story and another (a shorty - only 3000 words!) completed by the end of July. There's a third one it would be good to get substantially started on by then, too.
Didn't win a Shirley Jackson. Still not king. :)
Must get this story and another (a shorty - only 3000 words!) completed by the end of July. There's a third one it would be good to get substantially started on by then, too.
Didn't win a Shirley Jackson. Still not king. :)
posted by Among Amid While at 1:07 pm
3 Comments:
I'd be suspicious of exactly what you'd win if you did get the Shirley Jackson award. Maybe everyone else in the room would start hefting a rock...
...or maybe you just get some extra sugar in your tea.
When I was shortlisted last year, they sent me a stone in the mail. So yes, I guess it's best not to attend the awards if you're likely to win.
The Lottery was the first truly scary story I read. Apparently, when it was first published in the New Yorker some readers cancelled their subscription (we'll have none of that, thank you) or sent her hate mail.
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