The Heat is On
I always liked that cheesy song from what was it, 48 hours, or Beverly Hills Cop?
(gotta look that up.)
In an attempt to give myself a hard kick in the ass back to the discipline of short story writing, I am entering a contest. In truth, I have no great aspirations of winning said contest - especially since I believe it is open to writers from anywhere. Given that everyone and my meter reader has a book these days, I am guessing the number of entrants will surpass the population of some small countries.
But I do love me a deadline. And constraints even! As I often hear in interviews with my fave writer George Saunders (aka: the guy I'm obsessed with), out of boundaries or constraints comes creativity.
You can check back here at the blog for an update, and probably even a view ofthe story. I am also taking part in the forums that are hosted by the contest - and as I understand, many writers after they submit their stories, post them online.
Wish me luck, and good constraints. (As in helpful ones.)
Oh, and I looked it up - definitely Beverly Hills Cop. And done by the late, great Glenn Frey!
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