The Luck of the Prompts, NYCM SSC R2

Prompts for Round 2 of the New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge (NYCM SSC) dropped on Thursday, March 23, at 11:59 pm. With my mantra of “Not horror, not horror, not horror,” I expected that genre to greet me when I awoke.

To my delight, fate delivered historical fiction. Years back, more than a decade at this point, I’d started but abandoned a novel about a Civil War ghost, Confederate soldier Mason, who becomes friends with sixteen-year-old Brie when she cools down from her runs in his mausoleum. Back then, I didn’t understand that for novels I needed the bones of an arc in order to write—in other words, I’m a “plotter.”

This brings me back to fortuitously drawing historical fiction. In May, I’ll arc out Mason and Brie’s story. To that end, I’d recently purchased Ken Burns’s highly acclaimed documentary series, The Civil War. I’d purchased several books that dozen years back, before I shelved the novel.

map depicting the battle of Chancellorsville

A shot of one of the photos Ken Burns used in The Civil War

I treated the competition as an exercise in figuring out my ghost’s back story, but within the context of the two-thousand word story I needed to crank out in seventy-two hours, while hitting the other two prompts: A Tunnel; a New Father.  According to rules, both have to be integral to the short story.

Ideas, Anyone?

I brainstormed, coming up with the spin I wanted on the tunnel—a tunnel spider’s web would give Mason a brilliant idea for a war tactic. Through my research, I discovered who the new father needed to be, and I understood what mistake would condemn Mason to ghostdom; the battle, at Chancellorsville. But the tunnel spider aspect, I didn’t see how it would fit.

I dove into the documentary, both aghast and riveted by the war as Burns explored it. I continued my online research in parallel, trying to form an idea that would seem realistic within this historic event. Yet with thirty hours expended, I’d yet to write anything within the story. My notes didn’t spark the story.

Three skeltons in a shallow Civil War grave

Skeletons, 1862 Battle of Chancellorsville, captured during the 1863 battle at the same location. winter rains had washed open the shallow graves. –Used in The Civil War, by Ken Burns

As my math geek, Marissa, would tell me, you have to abandon your theory if you can’t prove it. I ditched my tunnel concept, grabbed one that I still hoped no one else would use, and got to writing—thanks to this image from the documentary.

Through the help of writer friends, who beta read my second draft, I had fantastic contributions to strengthen it. By draft four, and another round of beta reads, my story deepened. The arc satisfied the readers. With read-alouds, I fixed more places where the flow stumbled; I cut more ideas to fit word count.

 “Gossamer Dreams”

I submitted my short story, “Gossamer Dreams,” with more than an hour and a half to spare. Even without the spider web of the original tunnel, I still worked the web in; with beta reader feedback, I deepened the metaphor of the ephemeral dreams we hold. I did my favorite trick for an ending, writing so that a reader can interpret where the story heads next.

Here’s the logline, or a short way to describe the story:

I didn’t pay attention to the hullabaloo of politicians clamoring to free slaves, not until the damned Yankees raided my hiccup of a farm, stole my cows, and killed the chickens in spite. Walking with Hazel would have to wait until I taught those Yankee dogs some manners.

three women in tall white hats and black dresses

Confederate nurses. –Used in The Civil War, by Ken Burns

I won’t post the story itself, because I’ll continue to edit and find a literary magazine for it. I’ll wait for judges’ feedback, but that’ll take a month. That’s how long we 500 competitors wait to learn the 80 who advance to the final round. The reason I can’t post it—once I do, I can no longer sell it as an unpublished work. If I’ve tickled your interest, contact me via my “Contact Me” page. I’ll share the URL where you can have a read.

Sources

Historical Fiction requires that the reader believe the time period in which the story is set. From terminology I grabbed from a grade-school worksheet to countless web searches, I built the era. Here’s a random sampling of my sources:

Row after row of graves, tight together. –Used in The Civil War, by Ken Burns

That scratches the surface of my research. The refrain I come back to is this: I spent countless hours on the story, and I don’t care to ever add them up. Hard as the process is, I enjoy it. Even more, I enjoy comments from readers—and during that beta stage, the ideas generous writers share. When the story’s done, the arc looks natural, as if it could be no other way. But look at draft one, and you wonder, “how did the writer get from this piece of sh!t to this draft I’m reading.” Answer: friends, determination, research, talent, and hard work. If you do ask for the URL to read my story, you’ll get to see that first draft. Gulp.

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The Judges Have Spoken, NYCM SSC R1

For as much as writers put themselves “out there” by publishing work, doubt gnaws at us as hungry as a mouse chewing through insulation. Maybe I should put the piece through one more editing round; maybe I should scrap it entirely and start all over again; maybe I should admit today that I am through–I’m a fraud, I’m not a writer, and today’s the day the world will know it. Tomorrow evening I won’t need to write, I can kick back and goof off. Except….

Joe Ledger’s action-adventure life spans books as he keeps America safe. Rot & Ruin, for younger readers.

Prolific, delightfully action-packed writer Jonathan Maberry (check out his Joe Ledger series or his YA zombie series that begins with Rot & Ruin) spoke at a writer conference in Worthington, Ohio, two years ago, and said something I needed to hear: At some point, in every book, he was sure his career was done. He’d written junk, and now the whole world would tell him to quit.  This is from a New York Times best-selling author who has written dozens of books. He’d shoot a late-night email out, and hope a writer-friend could assure him something could be salvaged in the book.

When you’re writing a piece as part of a timed competition, doubts like this cripple. This is when we turn to our writer friends. If it’s 2 am EST and I’m sure none of my friends is online, well, remember, I’ve got some in Mountain Time and Pacific Time, so maybe someone who isn’t in the competition is still up; or what about my UK and Australian friends?  Oh, joy, Pam is up for the day! I shoot something to her, and she gives me a cold read if it’s funny, snarky, whatever I shot for but felt I’d missed the mark.

Concept by concept, sentence by sentence, I strengthen the piece because of my beta readers’ feedback. I claw my way back to confidence. I can do this. I’ve done it before. I’ll do it again. I’m a writer from the jagged edge of my pinky toenail to the tip of the gray hair that stood straight up the moment before it landed in the trash can.

Judges Feedback, “Granny’s Got Your Gun,”

I’ve received my judges feedback from New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge (NYCM SSC) Round 1. Even when you move on, as I have, you wonder what the feedback will say.

I read one judges’ feedback, and I blushed.  This couldn’t really be about my li’l ole piece, not really, nuh-uh.  Yet the details the judge included, unh-huh, chick, this is your piece!

Here’s the bit that had me blushing with the comparisons:

 Deliciously-written lead paragraphs.  Wonderfully inventive . . .   Very evocative sense of humor and comic relief.  The monikers are terrifically satirical: “Healthy Hearing . . . Healthy Hunger Decree.”  Sounds like Arlo Guthrie on steroids.  Vonnegut would smile over “Granny’s self-reliance.”  The run-on monikers are as hilarious as they are immensely creative: “greedy pork-barrel-riding-pony-boy legislators.”  What a splendidly sound and keen mind created this piece of creative writing.  Garrison Keillor would love this.  Also, Ken Kese would have delighted in reading this, as well–straight, or on acid.  It only gets better with: “ooh-la-la-ing.”   Margaret Atwood on estrogen supplements.  Yaowza, what a story.   Highly publishable and solidly commendable political satire and irreverent but sophisticated top-notch work of creative writing.

Struggling as I was on the big battle scene of my YA novel, Solve for x, this judge’s feedback brightened my afternoon more than the evening sun fighting through the slats of my blinds. Sure, the judges also called out what needed work; and I scored fourth in my heat, barely making it to Round 2. The honorable mentions are gnashing their teeth, so I will take my fourth place  and give it my all in the three days of writing I have in this round. Prompts drop tonight at midnight, EST.

At the end of the day, this validation, this delight from a reader? That’s a big part of why I write. Political Satire kicked me squarely out of my comfort zone, probably adding to my bouts of self-doubt on this piece; but my betas validated the strength; and the judges validated why I moved on to Round 2.

Yup, I think I’ll stick with this writing thing.

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NYCM SSC Round 2, Here I Come!

This is my third year participating in the New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge. Random luck packages us with other writers in heats, where each heat has its own prompts that drop at midnight. Writing across the 8 days we had for round one, I crafted my political satire (my assigned genre) about grannies baking plastic guns (guns being the assigned subject) as the beginning of the revolution against a government bent on over-protectionism—making my grannies the middleman (my assigned character). For  insight into the whirlwind of round one, you can catch up through my previous post.

Just as prompts drop at midnight, results are announced at midnight. Working a day job and all, I didn’t stay up for it yesterday. When I logged on this morning immediately after getting up, I thrilled to seeing I’d again secured a spot—fourth place in my heat of 31. Maybe that’s not as high as my placings last year, but you know what? I’m still in! From 3031, we’ve been culled to 500.

picture of the top 5 finishers in heat 98 and 2 of the 3 honorable mentions

Results are in – I’m through to the next round.

As Thursday night hits the witching hour, our Round 2 prompts drop. We’ll have 72 hours to craft our story of no more than 2,000 words. We’ll see how NYCM parses us into heats, and what combinations we draw. With my mantra of “not horror, not horror, not horror,” I have little doubt about the genre I’ll draw—given that in my past rounds when I’ve desired not to get a genre, I’ve nailed it or the one I’m only marginally less afraid of getting (Romantic-Comedy; Romance, and now Political Satire).

Then again, my track record’s standing strong between last year’s competition and this first round this year: when I don’t want a genre but still land it, I’m pushed out of my comfort zone. I’m mentally gearing up for the intensity of genre research, then scratching out three ideas, all of which I’ll discard; and that fourth idea? I’ll frantically IM writer friends and get them to “beta” my concept: basically, give it a thumbs up or thumbs down; toss some ideas into the mix, too, if they have them. Then it’s up to my brain to swirl my prompts together into a short story I can hang my hopes upon. Hours of work I’ll refuse to count—because when I write, time runs away from me in the pursuit of that piece that’ll entertain my reader.

I end tonight wishing my Round 2 SSC competitors inspiration (but I’m hoping I score even more inspiration), fantastic betas (a tad less talented than my friends), and enough hours in the day to get shuteye (even when I’m competitive, I’m not going to wish lack of sleep on anyone … though maybe I’m wishing my competitors a tad more shuteye if it’ll steal from their writing time. Yeah, I’m devious like that).

That said, I do wish my online writer friends the absolute best writing jags. Without their help, each of my pieces would have fallen short of moving me forward. But I’ve got my fingers crossed we won’t be in the same heats—not until that final round. The more of us who move forward, the higher the chance one of us will stand atop the final podium.

In the meantime, I’m celebrating this writing success. In our business, rejection comes at a far greater rate than the victories. As my energy flags in Round 2, I’ll remind myself, only through hard work will I be proud of my results. Thank you, NYCM SSC, for offering this type of writing contest, and pushing me out of my comfort zone.

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