It’s been a while since I posted. There haven’t been any Chuck Wendig prompts since June and it sounds like there aren’t going to be any more, at least not for a while. As a result, my blogging has been sparse since mid-Summer.
I sent in a story for August’s The First Line deadline. The First Line is a journal that publishes four times a year and, each quarter, provides a prompt in the form of a sentence that is to be used as the first line in your story. There are no restrictions on genre or form, but every story in each issue opens with the same first line.
I have been submitting to TFL for several years now and have yet to be published. I usually post my story when (ok, ok, if) it is not accepted. They didn’t accept this one, so I am now publishing it here for you to read. I actually meant to publish it in September and just never got to it. It’s just over 1,000 words long. The first line for the quarter was The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The day I wrote this, our next door neighbors lost their sweet dog of 12 years, and I suppose that was on my mind that night when I sat down to write.
I missed the November submission (my first one to miss since November 2016), for a number of reasons. I want to write about that, too, in sort of a “writing year in review” piece. Look for that sometime before the end of the year. In the meantime please to enjoy “Annie”. Continue reading