I like to
keep up with social media goings-ons so when I saw, “#fridayshorts The hotly
contested New Zealand Book Council’s weekly short short-story competition.
Kudos beats a mere cash prize” in the going up column of the Sunday mag a
couple of weeks back, I thought I’d give it a try.
Experts
say you need to try new things to keep your brain from disintegrating as you
age. Like washing your teeth with your left hand if you happen to be right
handed for example. I do grapple daily with words. But not in the form of the short
140 character short.
When last week’s words: bucolic, fun, end, hedge, fib, honey were tweeted. I
took one look and thought I’d pass. I had to look bucolic up in the
dictionary. I was already picturing James Herriot hedgerows, but I had to be sure.
I was going out in public.
At
the same time I was actually working on a frivolous children’s story, A Quest for No Chocolate by A Girl Named Cocoa.
I wasn’t in the mood to be distracted, a strange phenomenon that sometimes
occurs in my cerebral cortex and one, in this world of self-doubt and writing
only for writer friends, I need to slap the reins and run with.
But
at 3.05pm when the wordy river in my head ebbed into a stagnant siding, I had
my first attempt it went:
Miss Honey
zipped along the bucolic hedge row, looking for Henry
– nah too
long already. I rechecked the required words. Then dashed out:
You’re fibbing Henry. You can’t
end it now? Not after we just… you know… roamed in the bucolic hedgerow? Henry?
I double checked I had the correct words and 140 character length. Tweeted it
and went and got the kids off the bus. Mildly excited at the prospect of checking
the impending outcome. Definitely not expecting to win or anything. #fridayshorts
closes at 5pm, the grand announcement made soon after.
The Book Council choose: one winner and two honourable mentions.
Later
driving home I checked my emails (it was dark and I live
down quiet road: shingle/rural aspect). Blow me down with a feather quill, was
that my tweet insignia I just saw? From @nzbookcouncil?
I slowed
down to a virtual halt and refreshed the screen.
And our #rāmereshorts #fridayshorts winner of much kudos is @radiomum Great stuff! And honourable mention
@janeebloom & @UpsideBackwards
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Yee ha. Talk about happy. A
night at home, eating tomatoe soup and chicken chips on the sofa watching,
‘Kath & Kimdrella’, with my lovely almost 15 daughter lay before me. Annabel
Langbein’s, Ultimate chocolate cake, fit to satisfy a dinner party of 12 was happily
expanding and cooking. The house would have sold in seconds.
After a
speedy round of thank-yous to @nzbookcouncil and congrats to the winner: @radiomum and fellow
place getter: @UpsideBackwards a giddy night of giggly girl-dom followed.
To be
fair I didn’t go too crazy. I’m having a dry August. Well to be scrupulously honest the days of 2nd & 3rd August were not dry but
every other day up until now has been. Don’t fret I’m not asking to be
sponsored. Things could change any day. Nor am I standing on my sober pedestal
acting all pious. I am however wondering when the whites of my eyes will shine
with a Macleans zing of confidence and when I’ll wake up feeling refreshed? The
Panadol I chuffed through last week as my drug of choice and necessity to get
me through a stinky flu virus, must have left my liver by now? I’m four days
clean. Where are you God-of-bounce?
Anyway
post happy news, I didn’t cartwheel nude across the lawn either. A display I
foolishly promised my children years ago I’d do, if I ever got/get a book
published. Magazines don’t count so I haven’t fulfilled that reckless display
of naturalist gymnastics yet. But as the sand in the hourglass rapidly slips
through, with those grains goes my dream of ever getting into ethically sourced
hardback and so too does the appeal of disrobing in public.
Later I
received my first ever RETWEET:
Henry you’re fibbing. You can’t end
it now honey? After we just…you know…roamed in this bucolic hedgerow? Henry? #fridayshorts
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Retweeted
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To 2334 followers.
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As author
friend Melinda Szymanik says; you have to take the pats on the back when you get
them.
Good times were had on Friday night at Club Kudos. And if nothing else happens for the rest of the year I may need to remind myself of that.
Good times were had on Friday night at Club Kudos. And if nothing else happens for the rest of the year I may need to remind myself of that.
...like
sands through the hourglass, so (slip) the days of our lives.
Happy writing…
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