You want it now? The name? or a little foreplay?
An anguished filled night, indeed, at the Towers that are and forever so shall remain A Word with You Press.
Monday’s morning dilenema was that three of our finalists were tied in the number of votes for their story to take the prize. Surely (according to His Moiness) this would straighten itself out as votes trickled in. More of you chose to vote anonymously than in the comment box.
But rather than three of you teeter-tottering between fame and absolute failure and ruin, two more joined the surge, and by eight in the evening, we had a five-way tie. We had progressed/regressed from your basic menage a troi to a leave-the-toga-at-the-door orgie…
The hours ticked on, again. What’s an editor to do? Re-asses those generous offers (thanks for the wine and chocolate, by the way), those lascivious bribes of bounty and booty? Never! (at least, never again. I’ve reformed!)
The only solution that I could see was to pour that lovely syrah, go to sleep at ten, and see in the morning–which now it is–if the cyber faeries had delivered me from temptation, by giving us a clear winner, voters having had until midnight to make their intentions known.
And indeed they did.
Thank you all so much for participating so vigorously, for spreading the gospel of A Word with You Press, and for being such good citizens in this wonderful land of ours. We will post our next contest tomorrow, perhaps fine-tuninig our voting stipulations, and we’ll let the games begin, Again! A special thanks to Ed Coonce for creating our trophy, which, by the way, we’ll be sending to Sal Buttaci. Congratulations!