So wrote a flash/shirt story (directly on the borderline of 1000 wds) and today I found out it placed first of three in a contest I entered. I mean, there were only two other contestants, and I looked at the third-place entry, and it was kinda pro-forma, but I still placed first so it’s not like there’s no bragging rights at all. Really, I’m mostly only entering for the reviews anyway. Maybe I should try and get them some publicity if they can only find three entries. Eh fuckit. I’m allowed to be pleased about this.

It was a fun story, though. I wrote it for a prompt in another contest (still ongoing) where you get a set of random prompts and build your own prompt out of them. Link here, if you wanna see: So out of what I got, I constructed a prompt of 1000 words, in epic genre, and a few other things I worked in in perfunctory fashion. Since I already had an idea that was sort of floating around, plus epic genre is practically the topic of several classes I’ve taken, I figured I could turn the random nonsense percolating in my consciousness into an actual piece. I really should spend more time writing, honestly. (also revising but never mind that my lad I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique)

I’m also seriously considering making a new facebook account. To the point I logged out and had started typing in fake names. I dunno I really like making secret identities, to the point where I wonder if it’s actually really really peculiar that I don’t do comics. Because to my understanding that’s a pretty common thing with comics. Secret identities, you know. Furgather is back up and the baby furs are all either far less offensive than they were a month ago or just on ignore, but there’s just more people on Facebook and it’s easier to have a conversation and meet people on social media. Or so I’m told. Plus it would be a space where I can act bisexual without my parents finding out. And mention some things I’ve had on my mind for a while but I’m not sure I want to say anything about.

Cuz you know, even closed groups on FB if they let me join they could theoretically allow anyone to join that I know. And there’s this fellow I knew in middle school who wants to get in touch with me for some reason and I haven’t been allowing him to and I don’t really know why, to be honest. I don’t know why I’m resistant and I don’t know why he wants it. Maybe I should just go ahead and let him talk to me. I have shaken free of the suspicion that anyone I don’t know to be someone else is automatically Fat Bastard, but still, for someone who gets lonely like I do people really aren’t my thing. I want people and I don’t want them. Or maybe I want people but I don’t want those. Those being almost everybody. I’m a contradiction. Or a bad person. Or a crazy person. Or a sensitive person with too many bad experiences that I still manage to feel guilty about trying to avoid repeating.

So I wanna end on a high note here, since I’m generally feeling kinda good, so I’ll mention one of the stories I was supposed to read in my workshopping group is kinda really entertaining. I mean, the language needs a lot of work, and there’s a few things I think could be done more subtly, but I’m not even finished with it and I’m already extremely entertained Called “The Wicked Stepsisters” it’s a fairy-tail retelling from the evil perspective.

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  1. Also, the journal announcing the winners links to my story, but the link is broken–there’s some extra nonsense in the HTML target, so it doesn’t point to anything. I wonder if it would be more gracious to leave it alone or should I let them know?

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