"Suddenly, the night has grown colder. The god of love preparing to depart. Alexandra hoisted on his shoulders. They slip between the sentries of the heart..." (Leonard Cohen)
Literati. I guess that little blue pill works after all! Congratulations, Mike! (editors note: This story was originally misstated as another planet. I am saturnly entitled to a mistake, now and again, though I didn't planet that way. Women are from Venus. Men are from Mars. Editors are from Uranus.
Methinks we have but one more contestant to post in our contest Once Upon a Time, which required each author to submit to their favorite editor at A Word with You Press (Moi) a prologue, a first chapter if you made the semi-finals, and chapter kedua/dos/du/zwie if you made it to the finals. Mike Casper submitted a prologue, but because I am his editor for this, his first novel, "The Sing-Song Child," I disqualified him from the competition to win our $250 first prize, even though he offered to split it with me if he won, as did our eventual winner.
Here is the start of an inspiring tale.
(recently polled writers who forgot to leave comments on the work of their fellow authors missed the boat)
As you are oft told by the editor-in-chief (moi) your entries into The First Annual Peggy Dobbs Write-of-Passage Contest can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a plagiarized phone book, as long as the word count is between 750 and a 1,000 words and you include the prompt: “I swear, it’s not too late.” (This makes two stories down and twenty two to go in the countdown of remaining contest entries.)
Friend of the website and my personal friend Mike Casper whose own novel “The Sing-song Child” is soon to be released really DOES swear it’s not too late.