Much to my delight, one of my recent bits of writing has made it into the final stages of a competition.
I wrote a ‘Flash Fiction’ (that is, under 250 words) version of an urban myth for the Manchester Literature Festival Urban Myths Project (more information here), and was notified over the weekend that I’m into the final ten.
All rather pleasing, and I shall be intrigued to see how the Interactive Arts students from Manchester Metropolitan University decide to bring it to life. Because I’ve been invited to go and watch, and as this is the first (though hopefully not the last) time my words have been performed by other people, I’m keen and eager to see how that looks.
Oddly enough, it turns out that the cliché is true – whether I win or not (an idea which only occasionally skitters across my mind), it is, as the old saying goes, nice to be nominated.
And to be a part, howsoever small, of a Literature Festival. That’s real writing, isn’t it ? Crikey, I might be out of my league a bit…
