Late August competition deadlines…

Line ’em up in August

Name: New Eastbourne Writers 2nd National Short Story Competition
Theme: Lucky Break
Prize: £100
Deadline: 27th August 2011
Entry fee: £5
Entry procedure: Post
Website: http://www.neweastbournewriters.co.uk/

Name: British Red Cross Creative Writing Competition
Theme: The Disappeared
Prize: £50
Deadline: 30th Aug
Entry fee: n/a
Entry procedure: email or post
Website: http://www.redcross.org.uk/What-we-do/Finding-missing-family/International-Day-of-the-Disappeared/Creative-writing-competition

Name: Meridian Writing Autumn Short Story Competition
Theme: n/a
Prize: £100
Deadline: 31st August
Entry fee: £5
Entry procedure: email
Website: http://www.meridian-writing.co.uk

Name: Aesthetica Creative Works Competition
Theme: n/a
Prize: £500
Deadline: 31st August
Entry fee: £10
Entry procedure:
Website: http://www.aestheticamagazine.com/submission_guide.htm

Name: The Write Place Creative Writing School Competition
Theme: n/a
Prize: £100
Deadline: 31st August
Entry fee: £4.50
Entry procedure: Post
Website: http://www.thewriteplace.org.uk/page8.htm

Name: Gemini Magazine Third Annual Flash Fiction Contest
Theme: n/a
Prize: $1,000
Deadline: 31st August
Entry fee: $4
Entry procedure: Email
Website: http://www.gemini-magazine.com/contest.html

Name: Sid Chaplin Short Story Competition
Theme: n/a
Prize: £300
Deadline: 31st August
Entry fee: £2.50
Entry procedure: Post
Website: http://www.shildon.gov.uk/documents/CompetitionRules.doc

Good luck!

xox Sue


Your Plot’s a Joke!

Fishing for plot ideas? Did you hear the one about the man….

Jokes! Jokes are a great source of plot ideas. An established writer gave me this tip years ago and yesterday I did a class with the crims on the concept.

Jokes, you see, are plots in miniature. Stories sealed up and ready to go. You’ve got your beginning, middle, end, your conflict, your characters – flaws and all. All you’ve got to do is flesh it out. Expland on it. Change gender and setting if possible. And no, it doesn’t have to be funny because many jokes (indeed, stories) need an element of tragedy to make comedy (and vice vearsa) and you can just crank up the aspect you want to emphasize.

Here’s a joke that’s given me an idea for a short story:

“It was Ryan’s funeral and the pallbearers were carrying the casket out from the church. When they bumped into a pillar, one of them heard a moan from inside the coffin. They opened the lid and found Ryan alive. He lived for another ten years before he properly died. Another funeral was held for him and, as the pallbearers were carrying out the coffin, Mrs Ryan shouted “Now, watch out for that pillar!”

OK, it’s the way ya tell ’em… But the point is that they don’t have to be the funniest jokes – just so long as there is a story in there, a universal truth with which your readers will react and engage. Wordplay/puns won’t work so well, go for the story…

Here’s another one you can chew on for a story idea (my ‘students’ liked this one):

The defendant knew he didn’t have a prayer of beating the murder rap, so he bribed one of the jurors to find him guilty of manslaughter. The jury was out for days before they finally returned a verdict of manslaughter. Afterward the defendant asked, ‘How come it took you so long?’ the juror said, ‘All the others wanted to acquit’.


Late Developing Dyslexia, anyone??

No, strike that… I think it’s spelled….

I think I’ve just  diagnosed myself as dyslexic. One of my students, a Portuguese cocaine smuggler, has a habit of switching letters in words when noting from the board. I spoke to the literacy tutor about him who recommended I give him a standard dyslexia diagnostic. As English is not his first language, I sat with him as he went through the questions  – and I answered in the affirmative to substantially more than he did!

It was all stuff like ‘do you mix up right and left’ ( I can never remember which is which!) do you muddle phone numbers when noting (all the time!) do you make mistakes when writing cheques (all the time! – so much so that I’ve got a sample cheque tacked to my wall so I can copy) do you need paper to do simple maths (of course!) do characters sometimes dance on the page (yes, but I thought that was my eyesight) do you get confused when relaying stuff like telephone messages (yes, and people get very frustrated/annoyed with my circuitous way of explaining things). Is you handwriting bad (mine is illegible, which is why I prefer to type – the only good thing about my handwriting is it sometimes hides my appalling spelling – which is another sign).

The result was the Portuguese drug smuggler: scored 10 (over nine meant there was likely a problem) and I scored 15! Which means I’m banjaxed.

OK, this isn’t a total surprise. I’ve long had my suspicions. The mixing of digits in telephone numbers has worried me that I might have some sort of numerical dyslexia but I wasn’t even sure that that existed – but (according to this diagnostic at least) it does. And I’ve long since known that I don’t think in the same logical, linear way others often do. And this shows in my writing, I tend to go all around the place before getting to the point and this is a problem.And I’ve had problems with my coordination when driving too (an that’s another indicator apparently).

I’ve been reluctant to do a dyslexia test, partly because I didn’t want to know and if I’ve coped so far and have managed to edit newspapers, get an MA and win awards for my writing I can’t be too bad a case – or perhaps dyslexia is not that bad a condition. I’m thinking that left to their own devices, most mild dyslexics will develop their own coping mechanisms.

Also, I have on occasion, met people who’ve told me they were dyslexic and SOMETIMES I’ve felt, no dammit I could see it a mile off, that they were using the condition either as an excuse for not achieving or by way of making themselves sound interesting or special – “I would have got a first/got into Oxford but I’m dyslexic and it wasn’t discovered until the night before the results came out…” or “I’m a one-legged, dyslexic vegan. What do you do?” So, I’ve been a bit suspicious of the dyslexic label for a long while, though I know its just that 1% that give the suffering 99% a bad name.

Anyway, my diagnosis is just my own but it was done honestly and using the literacy standard dyslexia diagnostic and judging by it I’m at the more severe end of the scale. None of this means anything, nothing needs to change – but it might explain my thought patterns a little more (to me) and it might help me know what and where to watch out when I’m writing.

euS xo


For da gurls…

http://www.mslexia.co.uk/whatson/msbusiness/ncomp_active.php

I’m going to try this one, at least it will give me a focus while I collate and process all the new novel ideas I worked on in Krk…


On a Roll, Baby

I’m on a roll – roostered again this morning. My new story is taking shape and it is the first really new piece of work I’ve crafted in months and months. I’ve been working on the novel (not sure what is happening with that at the moment, rather a sore subject) and editing stories but I haven’t really written any new material in aaaaages… and now I have. This roostering rocks! And I’ve become a morning person in my middle age and I believe this is all too normal : )

I’ve got new characters in my head and new setting to disappear into when I hit the keyboard – the question is where to send it. Am busy compiling a list of new competitions and will post when ready. Thinking of sending the (half abandoned) novel into the Mylexia comp…


I’m a Rooster.

Gittin' ideas on a Croatian isle...

I’m finally a rooster,I’m a rooster – and no, that is not Chinese astrology (where I’m  dog, woof woof), it’s getting up at the crack of dawn type rooster person.

This morning, I got up at 6pm and I sat down and wrote uninterrupted for an hour before heading to work. You may now applaud.

I am not a morning person. Like Bart Simpson, I was blissfully unaware that there was a six o’clock in the morning too, at least the only times I’d ever stumbled upon it were at the end of long stumbling nights… And when people spoke of ‘morning pages’ I scoffed – not for me, I said, I’m rather more the Keith Richards close to the witching hour kind of artist, innit.

There was the occasional,well intentioned morning when I set my alarm clock – but nothing came of it. And all the better, I mused, as I’m awful before the first caffine injection of the day and still carry a warning sign up to two hours afterwards…

So.. what happened? Age, a job, life I guess – and mostly because these evenings I’ve been promising myself that I’d spend writing,  I’ve been too tired post work to do anything more than answer a few emails and edit a few stories (if I’m lucky). The result is that the first half of this year has been remarkably unproductive. And there i was, on my Croatian isle, kicking back on Krk for a few days with my Croatian buddy Marina when I started to think aobut how I was going to get the writing done… and it came to me in one fell divine flash swoop ‘Get thee up early” …

And so, a week on, I set my alarm for six this morning. Woke and sat at my laptop and wrote 1,000 words of a story – sketched out the plot of an idea that had been buzzing around my head for a couple of weeks. Now its on paper and I’ll visit it again tomorrow morning  at 6pm and expand.  And I’ll have it in some sort of shape so I can edit it at the weekend and then start on another idea I have next week.

Moreover, I was so pleased with my little achievement – I was buzzing for the rest of the day.

Lets hope I can keep this up!


Back

And she’s back… after two weeks of holiday covering a sleepy break in rainy Croatia, a friend-a-minute visit to Budapest and a cousin-a-minute break in Dunmore East.

Did a lot of thinking in Croatia (it was raining – really raining hard, hard hard). Have spun up a zillion new ideas for stories for the novel, for ways to make a living as a writer without having to work in a prison – speaking of which, london riots look like they’ll be supplying me with choc-full with pupils for the next while…

The Open University have deemed me ‘appointable’ to tutordom – just awaiting news on a course now. Newcastle turned down my funding application and have joined the other five universities which offered PhD places but no funding (and that has put the caip bás on the PhD idea). And The Moth Arts magazine will be publishing me in September edition.

Seriously thinking of running workshops to subsidize my living expenses… And I’ve got to work out a timetable whereby I can fit in my writing.. not getting much done these days.

I feel a whole loada resolutions coming on… and thoughts are all scattergun but looking ahead.


Fame and Glory on the Wings of a Moth

Got word that my Molly Keane Prize story ‘Snailsock’ is to be published in The Moth Magazine – in either their Autumn or Winter edition. And The New Writer Magazine is using ‘Sheila-na-Gig’ as their lead story in their January 2012 edition… so much fame and glory in one week… bet my phone is being hacked as I type!

http://www.themothmagazine.com​


And One Comes Rolling Into View – Newcastle offer me a PhD place…

Newcastle University have joined UEA, Exeter, Queens and Bangor in offering me a PhD place this year. There was no mention of funding, however. I’ve written to them to ask what the news is on the funding front. As none of the other unis have offered me anything in that vein, there is no reason to think that Newcastle will. The problem is not my proposal which is clearly solid as I’ve got 100% acceptance – the problem is that I didn’t gain a first in my MA. I was just shy of one but it is not a first. As a politician friend of mine once said, eight votes will always beat seven no matter what way you count them – and a first will always beat a 2:1 no matter what shade of 2:1 it is…

So, as a displacement activity I sent off two radio plays to the Sussex Playwrights’ competition. I’m pretty sick of the prison, however, I wish something else, equally lucrative (or more so, preferably) would rock on up…

 


Another Ship Tanks And The Reasons I Do This

Another ship went belly up today. I wrote to UEA to prompt them to give me an answer re funding and they replied….. One of those “the competition was strong this year” bla blas. So, without funding, I’m not doing a PhD. Newcastle is the only university yet to reply. If they turn me down for funding too, I’m going to give up on the whole PhD thang – I’m just not going to get there without a first and I can’t afford to self-fund *(they’ve all offered me self funded places).

Also, today, I received an email from a fellow UEA MA graduate. She was congratulating me on my recent win and commendations. She also asked me what I thought these competitions gave me re my writing/career. That got me thinking and here’s the answer:

a) It encourages and motivates.
b) I get published in literary magazines.
c) Money, if I win.
d) It keeps me on my toes and hones and polishes my writing skills.
e) It helps me build up a portfolio just in case I’m ever offered a collection.
f) It gives me an edge when applying for bursaries, residencies, funding etc..
g) It might bring  the attention of agents.
h) Short stories are something I can work on when time is limited.
i) One of the agents who visited UEA on our MA said its important to build up your writing ‘credits.
j) Agents are human and sometimes don’t trust their own judgement, so wins and commendations give you that ‘seal of approval’/credibility.
k) It reminds me I”m a writer.

L)It’s a better displacement activity than making a cup of tea.

M) It helps in the applying for writing jobs game.

And in light of a ship tanking, I launched another one, sending off a radio play of mine to the Sussex Playwrights’ competition.