Based on a bet-winning short story by Hemingway,
“For sale. Baby Shoes. Never worn.”
the Gotham Writer’s Workshop is sponsoring a Very Short Story Contest. Seems Hemingway was predicting the future, given the twitter-appropriate length of his missive.
The contest requirements? Ten words or less. I should be able to handle that commitment, right? Let’s just hope this doesn’t happen:
Ten words. My pen hovered. I doodled and then stopped.
Haha. Anyway, if I can’t complete a story of this length, I’ve got no business writing at all… which is probably the case, regardless…
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.