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Visiting Another Blog + Flash Fiction Contest

      I stopped by Savannah's blog yesterday and found that she is celebrating her 1-year anniversary of blogging.  Hurray for her!  It's a grand accomplishment, and I feel like she has done better in her first year of blogging than I have in almost 4 years.  If you haven't been to see Scattered Scribblings, it is worth checking out.  I enjoy it.

     As part of her celebration, she is hosting a writing contest.  The rules are simple.  The wordcount must be between 500 and 2,000 words, the word "ink" must be somewhere in the story, and you must submit it by September 26th.

     As most of you know, I have been working on a Snow White retelling for the Rooglewood writing contest.  In fact, I worked on it for a while yesterday.  And then, yesterday evening, I saw Savannah's short story writing contest.  And I decided that it would be refreshing to write something different for a little while.

     I stayed up far past my bedtime.  Once I got started, I didn't want to stop for fear I would lose my momentum.  And my fingers danced across my keyboard to patter out a little story about sarcasm and ink.  I ran through a couple rounds of edits as soon as I finished and submitted it.

     Somehow, writing-editing-finishing-and-submitting a short story gave me hope again that I will be able to write, edit, and finish my Snow White story, too.  I CAN do this.  Even if my little story doesn't win Savannah's contest, it was worth it.  It's funny how much these contests help me.

     And, I'll be checking back on her blog at the end of this month to see if I won.  :D :D :D Such an exciting thought!


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