Monday, July 30, 2007

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

I would really love my 100th post to be about our big ol' beach trip, and I promise I will get to that (for the three of you who might care), but I couldn't stand to leave my last post hanging there all sad like that for one more day. But I also can't stop to write a real post right now because I'm trying to cram ten months' worth of creativity into one hastily finished short story for the Memphis Magazine fiction contest. Stacey got a group of us bloggers into this, and we're all in various degrees of scramble at the moment. I do have a tendency to wait for deadlines and usually operate pretty well under pressure, but I'm starting to realize that being under fire makes me more verbose than graceful and I can already feel my framed portrait of Hemingway seething his disappointment from across the room.

6 comments:

RJA said...

Yes, we all know SAM to be verbose. She's the verbosest.

Stacey Greenberg said...

shall we carpool to the all night post office tomorrow night, say 11:30pm?

Chip said...

Whatever, mine's totally in the mail the day BEFORE the deadline. Losers.

RJA said...

I'm hand delivering mine tomorrow (assuming I finish it today). Can I tote anyone's along?

Stacey Greenberg said...

text me before you go!

Stacey Greenberg said...

looking forward to your "what being in a writing group means to me" speech at the awards ceremony.