The Sentinel Annual Short Story Competition has been introduced in 2012 to run side by side with their annual poetry competition. They are accepting submissions for previously unpublished short stories in English Language on any subject, in any style, up to 2000 words long.
First Prize: £500; Second Prize: £250; Third Prize: £125; High Commendation: £25 x 5
Fees: £5 per story for the first 2 stories, then £3.50 per story for any subsequent stories.
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Today we have a sneak peek of Christopher Profeta’s book, Life in Pieces:
An unemployed stay at home dad who opens the paper one morning to find he is running for congress, a young man struggling to hold onto a life that is slipping away while meeting the love of his life, and a crazy old man who couldn’t care less about any of this all cross paths. These lives come gracefully together to show that we are never to old to come of age.
I used to teach writing workshops for kids who, in some cases, had lived through things I can barely imagine. And, as I have mentioned, honesty is the cornerstone of great writing as far as I am concerned. I was working, and writing, with people who had some really, really intense shit to draw upon. I had three rules. Three very, very important rules.
Stephen Hise has been after me for over a year now to pen a guest post and he’s finally gotten his way. Not because of some poetically driven hyperbole that I might telepathically transport to the keyboard; but simply because I’ve travelled the yellow brick road to Hollywood and found the gates are securely locked.
I know, I know. I’m supposed to cage my juvenile urge to crash the golden gates and bang on the door of Paramount and SCREAM, “I’m a talented screenwriter, let me in!”
LA will have none of it. They’ll dispatch the Los Angeles Police to drag my pee’s and q’s from the gates and throw me into the back of the literary bus.
No, dear reader, I haven’t been assaulted by the LA County Sheriff’s Office, not yet.
I do, however, have much to impart to those of you who are thinking of laying down your indie pens and taking a swipe at screenwriting gold, or nightmares, depending on how many Xanax you can get your hands on. Continue reading “Hollywood Dreaming by R.J. Smith“