It was 11:52 p.m. when I handed in the short story with the $10 entry fee. The deadline was midnight.
I’m glad I finished it.
My reader, Dan, gave me important restructuring feedback.
Good night.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Oh yay, so glad you made the deadline. Reminds me of college application days!
ReplyDeleteOh yay, so glad you made the deadline. Reminds me of college application days!
ReplyDeleteNan, thank you. :)
DeleteNan, thank you. :)
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