After careful debilitation I have contrived at my derision:
Here are the four finalists for our contest You Didn’t Write That
What is amazing to me, however, is that of the 45 or 50 stories, none of them even hinted at the theme the editor-in-dis-belief (moi) outlined, that is to use it as an expose of why you are impassioned by your writing addiction. Two of my choices were based on my own prejudices. I wanna feel something when I read, and I can’t do it unless the author feels something. The other seven of the four that I picked was done by random seduction, but even those, upon rereading them, had the emotional content that feeds our addiction to the written word.
So, if your name is on the list, you are a finalist, and you have until Sunday to submit about 200 words that include the line (some might say cliche’) This changes everything.
Sunday, Noon, California time. Ultimate trophy/prize to be announced when the winner is announced.
The guy in the suit?