Just spent several hours researching agents and agencies and contests listed on Hope Clark's
TOTAL FundsforWriters - May 2, 2010. I think my head is spinning but it was a good opportunity to read about different agencies and their staff. It was also interesting that Hope included a couple contests for flash fiction.
I'd never heard about Flash Fiction before I read Simon Larter's blog this week and, since I wanted to enter his contest, I decided this was an opportunity to learn. Carolina Valdez Miller wrote a blog (carol-in-print.blogspot.com) in which she quoted a couple of Simon's flash fiction stories. I read them and thought, Heck, I can do that. And so I did. Don't know if I could do it again but...I did it once.
Flash fiction, for those of you who, like me, haven't heard of it, is a complete story written in 1,000 words or less. It has to have a beginning, a middle and an end, just like any other piece of fiction. I read one tonight that was complete in three sentences, each two words long. I don't know who wrote it and I'm not certain of the wording but the gist was, "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn." What a poignant story!
I'd love to be able to do something like that. My story that I wrote for Simon's contest was under 500 words so it didn't have a lot of extra wordage but I'll bet if I looked at it a month from now I could pare it down much further. I wonder....
I recently received the following from a fellow McMath researcher. In August 2006 I made a trip to South Central Pennsylvania in my continuing search for information about my 4th Great Grandparents, Samuel McMath and Ella Baxter. There are theories and much conflicting information about where they were born, where they came from, who their parents were, when they came to America, etc. However, it seems that none of this data can be accurately sourced or proven.
I have documentation (wills, photos, etc.), however nothing that will knock down the brick wall. All thoughts, ideas, disagreements or other information would be most welcome. Also, I would be pleased to share any of my pictures or data with McMath researchers. Jim Morey Fort Collins, CO
If anyone reading this blog is interested in the research I have on this line, please contact me and I'll send a gedcom.
To my Sweetheart, RickyLee
Of Springtime - And Fencing - And Love
Sun slanted, golden, through the green of springtime's youth... darkly dappling trees and bushes, both.
You stood in shadows of the coming night, your shoulders bulging as the wire stretched tight, your legs braced far to give their greatest strength, your hands, so strong, played that great length of steel...
and it so slowly changed from slack to taut, just as the muscles of your back were wont.
I did not see a man whose weight of years rests heavily at times, and lends
to fears of weakness,
or a general lack. Oh no! I saw youth's springtime in your back.
And seeing brought, again, love's first sweet thrill As in my heart I held you near me still.
God bless you always, my love.
dance the night away - Larry and his guitar
My youngest son, Larry, before his marriage. He's now in the Air Force and still pickin' whenever he can.