Last night was an early Wordos Halloween holiday shorts reading. For once what I pounded out came in at a little under 800 words, so there was no last-minute hacking away at the manuscript to make it fit the word count. I even managed to work in a bit from the other night's dream (I'm thinking my sub-conscious is a better writer than I am some times).
The stories ranged from the funny to the political to spooky, and we all ate too much. My story was a haunted spaceship story that I think I can send to various flash markets after I clean up the manuscript (Wednesday morning I imported it into Scrivener and cleaned up some of the syntax errors).
I was presented with a cool StoneKettle pen and thank you card for fifteen years (mostly) of leadig the Wordos Table.
Afterward, we relocated and had a discussion of "The Fifth Season," and dystopias, and robot fashion, and facial recognition, and Internet privacy, and story lengths and plans for writing or avoiding NaNoWriMo, and web comics and Anime, and then it was time for me to turn into a pumpkin.
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