I made terrific progress editing My Fair Vampire…red-lined my way through four chapters and “The End” since my last progress report. Now to make them in my Word file, then ship it off to my beta readers. Woo-hoo! Now that’s progress I’m proud of. I started Dori’s story last April, finished draft one (the second time) in late Q3 2010. I like the plot. I like the ending that reminds me of that episode of Star Trek where Spock has to go back to Vulcan to mate but instead ends up killing Kirk in a death match. But Bones pulls a fast one and all ends well. MFV is not Star Trek, but that’s the kind of sly ending I like. Hopefully I’m not the only one who thinks that. LOL.
I participated in an extra flash fiction challenge for the month, even though I hadn’t planned on it. I peeked at the theme word, went off to change son #2’s sheets and while doing that, thought of a story. I dashed the thing off and people actually liked it. Go figure. I can agonize for hours over a short to nothing but “meh” responses, but put the pedal to the metal with a vague concept and people like it. I worry about my inability to gauge the quality of my writing.
FINALLY wrote a little bit on Sins. I’m working on it now (researching train timetables counts, doesn’t it?), though I took a break to write this post. (Can you say procrastination?)
On the contest front, I have nothing but sad news. I had REALLY, REALLY wanted to enter this year’s Erma Bombeck contest after missing it last year and receiving a complimentary “almost” email from the judges the year prior. I checked the website yesterday, 2/1/11, and the deadline was—sniffle, sob, wail—1/31/11. One day late (assuming I only needed a day to write something.) To add to my contest misery, although I’ve entered NPR’s round 6 “3-minute fiction” contest, I just read an entry they posted as a frontrunner that made me weep at my unworthiness by comparison. Oh well. Maybe round 7 will be my lucky round.
So recapping: Writing–good, Editing–great, Flash Fiction–awesome, Blogging–on track, Contests–depressing.