A friend of mine has entered a writing contest
March 2, 2007 11:13pm CST
The contest is at http://www.gather.com According to Michael, Gather.com is like Myspace "without the teenagers & unsigned pop bands trying to sell you their music" I joined. It only took a minute. And best of all, it's FREE! Micheal's entry is called "Soul Deep". It's here: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976921156 If you'd like to join Gather and vote, please do so. I have to admit, I didn't read any of the other entries, LOL. But the voting is from 1 to 10 stars so it's not like voting for Michael means that I can't vote for anyone else. I thought Michael's story was engaging with really vivid characters and I could totally see what was happening as he wrote it. If you can get past his overuse (IMO) of the ellipse (...) then I think you'll enjoy the story too. If you do read it, please leave some comments. I think anything would help him with his writing. I LOVE people who read and write, LOL. And even if he doesn't win this particular contest, I'd like to encourage him to keep writing. You can visit Michael's Blogs here: http://mkw313.blogspot.com which is a blog where he writes little fiction things daily and http://neverendingrainbow.blogspot.com which is where he blogs about pop culture and other stuff. Thanks for your consideration!
3 Mar 07
Hey! I will definitely visit this site. anything about writing and reading and literature interests me. If I have time today, I might even leave a comment for your friend. Kudos to you for being such a thoughtful and supportive friend. Every writer needs a little encouragement now and then.
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12 Mar 07
I'm with you there! laughing. I remember the time I was at our school spelling bee. My palms were all icky and sweaty, and I kept wiping them on my pants. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I spent most of the time tucking them deep into my pant's pockets, slouching in my chair and staring at the floor. When it came time to do my thing and spell out that word, my vocal cords seemed to have a mind of their own, and their mind said, "No way am I going speak in anything or than a squeak!" I would begin to say something and just air would come out, then suddenly, as if I had suddenly found my voice, the sound would try to catch up to where my brain had planned to be. Brain. S I M P L E Voice air air S air I mp Le...sweating like a maniac who just missed his bus. laughing