So my college classes are over. College classes? Yeah, I don’t blog as much as I should. I spent the past 16 weeks back in school taking Psychology 101 and Contemporary Short Story 221. I can’t believe the sheer number of hours I just spent on only two classes. How on earth did I ever take and pass five? Oh, right, I was in my twenties.
But now I’m back to writing in the mornings before dawn in Iceland and I’m enjoying the heck out of my WiP.
A big part of that is a website/forum I recently started with a writer friend of mine and some additional dedicated writers called “Future Finalists .com”. This forum is for an extremely select group of people. Those who have been finalists in the Writers of the Future contest – and didn’t win. That’s only 20 people a year, and on years with multiple finalists, well, then that’s only 19.
I’m scouring the internet for others to invite them to join us, but it’s odd contacting people out of the blue. With all the spam we have to deal with I’m never sure if people will think I’m trying to get them to buy something or what. I mean, that’s why the internet was invented, right? To sell stuff?
Well, anyway, that’s an entirely different post. Suffice to say if you see an e-mail or facebook post or blog post from me, I’m not selling anything. I’m just looking to chat with you and the few others who know exactly how it feels to get “the phone call” and then, well, the second phone call…