Scrivner

Every once in awhile you ave to assume that the ‘who’ of you gets buried beneath massive amounts of blog postings and there comes times for a reminder.  Or a commercial.  Or whatever.

The best looking online arts & literary journal in showbiz is currently in a reading period for the winter issue.  Yours truly is the flasher…er, I mean Flash Fiction Editor.  So if you have a story between 100-500 words (what some may call a postcard story, some may call micro fiction, and some may call per genius), submit it! 

My fellow poetry editor, Pat Carrington, gets the bulk of submissions but I am convinced that someday I be able to blow him a raspberry by having more.  All in all, this bodes well for you, the next fiction-writing champion!  Being the super-hero you are, you will know to read past issues to determine our style and you’ll read the submission instructions so your Email doesn’t get lost or sent to spam.  See, just as you’ve always been told – to be a good writer, you really need to be a good reader.  The proof is in the pudding.

(Funny side note - before posting this blog, I did a spell check to make sure i’m not completely embarassing my editor self.  The word “blog” is not included as a real word in this blog’s dictionary.  There’s a definition of ironic.)

Ceelie was always one for a boiled potato facial over the steel pot on the stove.  I don’t remember a time I didn’t warn her that she would burn herself.  She’d laugh, her eyes squinting against the steam running up her face like a waterfall turned back on itself.  Salting a piece of raw potato, I’d try and tempt her away from her beauty regimen teasing her I would eat it myself.  “I’d chase you, but that ages me.  I’m planning for people to ask if I’m your daughter.”  I fed her potatoes so they wouldn’t.