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.
Posted by Memphisotan at 9:20 PM
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Yes, we all know SAM to be verbose. She's the verbosest.
shall we carpool to the all night post office tomorrow night, say 11:30pm?
Whatever, mine's totally in the mail the day BEFORE the deadline. Losers.
I'm hand delivering mine tomorrow (assuming I finish it today). Can I tote anyone's along?
text me before you go!
looking forward to your "what being in a writing group means to me" speech at the awards ceremony.
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