NYC Midnight Short Story 2020

Last January I entered the NYC Midnight Short Story 2019 contest, and I did not make it past the first round. In October, I entered the NYC Midnight Microfiction contest, and received honorable mention, but wasn’t able to move on in the competition.

This Janurary, I entered the NYC Midnight Short Story contest again, and am currently awaiting the results for Round 3. Yes, that’s right, I placed in Round 1, and I placed in Round 2. There are a total of 4 rounds with a grand prize of $6000.

The way the competition works is this: at midnight you are sent a genre, a subject, and a character, and are challenged to write a short story in a limited amount of time. The top 5 stories move on to the next round. We started at 4000 participants, and we’re down to 160.

For Round 1 we were given 8 days to write 2500 words.

I was assigned comedy/a negotiation/a surfing instructor.

This was my entry.

Continue reading “NYC Midnight Short Story 2020”

TBR Tuesday

This is the first of these. If you end up browsing back in my blog, you’ll see I originally did Can’t Wait Wednesdays, but I changed my mind OKAY.

41022295. sy475
The Faithless Hawk by Margaret Owen

This is the second book in a duology due out this summer. I absolutely loved the first book. It really surprised me how much I did. This description will be for the first book since I don’t want to spoil anything for you.

A future chieftain.

Fie abides by one rule: look after your own. Her Crow caste of undertakers and mercy-killers takes more abuse than coin, but when they’re called to collect royal dead, she’s hoping they’ll find the payout of a lifetime.

A fugitive prince.

When Crown Prince Jasimir turns out to have faked his death, Fie’s ready to cut her losses—and perhaps his throat. But he offers a wager that she can’t refuse: protect him from a ruthless queen, and he’ll protect the Crows when he reigns.

A too-cunning bodyguard.

Hawk warrior Tavin has always put Jas’s life before his, magically assuming the prince’s appearance and shadowing his every step. But what happens when Tavin begins to want something to call his own?