|Posted on August 20, 2017 at 6:35 PM|
From Facebook post 1-29-17
This was my first time entering the NYC Midnight Short Story competition. There are three heats (if you're lucky); the first is a 2500-word story, due in 8 days, based on a random assignment. If I calculated correctly, there are roughly 3000 people in this challenge, 30 people with my assignment. Five people from each group are chosen to advance, which means I have a 1 in 6 chance.
My assignment was political satire. Not my forte (see what I did there?) My first thought was to rework a story from another challenge that didn't quite make the cut. I was afraid to look at it, and then I was cursing myself for not having done so sooner. It didn't suck nearly as much as I thought it did. The main character (if you can call it that) was stolen for the NYCM story, but I kinda wish I had just worked in the third element from this challenge—a prankster—and saved myself some time and frenzy. I'm not sure what to do with this one now...I rather like it. But then I have two stories in sitting around that are a little too much the same. I guess this is one of those wait 'n' see kind of deals.
I went to bed Friday knowing there were scads of new comments left on the NYCM draft. As in shit-tons, from one person in particular...not good. I didn't want to look just then, because I wanted to sleep and not freak out. Mission accomplished.
Then Saturday went a little something like this:
And here I am again. Addictions are fun.
Unfortunately I have to wait until mid-March to see if I advance to Round 2, in which I'd need to write a 1500-word tale—again with an assignment given shortly before—within 3 days. No pressure. The upside: everyone gets feedback from the judges, regardless of placement.
I do so love a good challenge.