Yep, I fell off the wagon again and let more day than I aimed too slip by without blogging. The flu has struck the Erwin household and while both my sons and my wife have suffered I am proud to say I have remained virus free. No doubt my ultra-healthy eating habits helped stave off the evil pork-infused germies.
I am sure all of you who are writers have heard about super blogging agent Nathan Bransford's latest contest. For those who have not Mr. Bransford is hosting a first paragraph contest. I have entered several of is contest and frankly never made so much as an honorable mention. Given the fact that his current writer's battle brought in nearly 2651 entries chances are I won't again, but in a way I already feel like a winner.
Never before has anyone other than a few people who already read my blog regularly commented on my entries, but this time I've heard from quite few people both regular blog reader and nearly a dozen total strangers. Some commented on the previous post and some sent me email. It makes me feel great that after having read my paragraph they took the time to find my bog or email address and comment.
For those who are curious I will save you the trouble of scouring the nearly three thousand entries and paste mine here.
Here you go the opening shot of my memoir in progress ... The Feedstore Chronicles
Coming-of-age stories are often fraught with symbolism, hidden metaphors, and a heaping mound of other literary devices. Not this one. I came of age while working at a dusty, Texas feedstore. A place where To Kill a Mockingbird involved a twelve-year-old and a BB gun. Of Mice and Men was a problem easily solved with rat poison. And David Copperfield was nothing more than a dude that made shit disappear.
The finalist are to be announced tomorrow. It would be awesome to make that cut but there are tons of talented writers and I've read so many great entries that I know the odds are slim at best, but all of the kind comments have given me an added boost and forced me to get back to work writing the rest of the memoir. I'm about 30,00 words in so far. With any luck I'll be through with a solid draft by the end of the year.
Happy writing to all of you, and good luck to my fellow competitors.