I'm gonna be in a serious tizzy of real life soon, in bed for anywhere from one to three weeks. In order to keep my mind off the pain and the absolute boredom, I will write, maybe even work on a pony story or two.
So, it seems my latest story "The Reality I Choose," has had a pretty warm reception! To the tune of... oh. 117 bookshelf additions and 6 new followers. Um...
Okidok, at around the same time me and the other admins of HazMat wrapped up our own contest, the results of the EFNW Scribblefest also arrived. There was only one story that got a winning category that I didn't read (the Twilight award, which interestingly was the one I figured two other stories would have a shot at winning) so I can say with pretty reasonable confidence that I'm happy with all the winning entries (even the poem one. I still hate poetry with a vengeance, though, but I do think
Steven Spielberg's second feature continues to be a genre defining masterstroke of filmmaking, balancing character, story and thrills equally, and not only inventing the idea of the summer blockbuster, but in many ways, remaining the benchmark that so many such films have been judged by, even 40 years after its release.
I'll spare you the wall of text by linking you a google doc that has said wall of text.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/10NNHgZOW4Rz9DhCtzjUsa-ZZcR9jv1VmQqdFLDfvWpY/edit?usp=sharing
But basically it's unbelievable that after this whole year of being desensitized to this circus parade of a presidential election, this is what fucking sends me reeling. Unforgivable.