Here’s the story from the Bendigo Weekly about the inaugural Quality Living Options short story competition: congratulations to Pauline Mathrick : http://www.bendigoweekly.com.au/news/short-stories-shine-light
I’m midway through a clean-up draft of a manuscript. I’m polishing away and hoping for a genie to pop out.
One of the elements I’m looking at is continuity of voice, and to keep abreast of it I’m pretty much ‘in character’ while editing.
In a short essay that looks provocative on first view but turns out to be really very sober, American writer (and poet) Michael Lindt argues that many of what used to be “high art” forms – poetry, opera, even essays and short stories – are really now better classifed as hobbies.
Regrets… if you’ve had a few about what reading choices you’ve made, you will be amused by a blog article by Beulah Maud Devany, who calculated that, in her lifetime, she can only read 3000 books, so she’s decided to choose more carefully.
It’s really an excuse to start compiling your own “best books” list, which will, of course, be very personal and probably puzzle everyone but you.
Thanks for all the interest in the new Vox Bendigo Fyffe Prize, which is an initiative of Bendigo Writers Festival. We know people are keen to hear about how to enter, so here are more details as they stand.
We’re just waiting to confirm where to send entries and how to lodge the entry fee (which will be used entirely to support the administration of the prize and the eventual publication of the winner.
In a post office in Bendigo, someone asked for a brochure about the Seniors Card, and I made a comment to the woman serving me at another counter that it felt surprising to have reached the age when one becomes a “senior”.
“I wish”, she said, and I laughed, then looked a little more closely at her face, saw it was set firmly, and that she actually meant it.
When memories fade, the stories created from those memories disappear, and the people in them, disappear, too.
Writing is about memory, and making sense of those memories: What did they say? What did they mean? For whom was it intended? What will happen next?