Backtrack a bit: Big Family Christmas Expectations #1
And soon after the email from my SIL, I received this, from a big brother:
The first annual “Short Story Writing Contest” starts now!
You have two ways to participate.
One, write a story (or dig one up you already wrote).
Or, two, read, enjoy and rate the entries.
Well! We are a tribe of competitors, and so I am competing. I was up late last night, conjuring up a great (so I thought) short story. When I reread it this afternoon, I began harboring doubts: Long Island, a Jewish family, what? I think it is good writing, but not up to snuff for the judges who will be judging.And so here I am, on Wordless Wednesday...wordless.
Burning the midnight oil...
Oh - and the Big Family Christmas Expectation #1? Under control, in a maniacal way. Who am I to fret with homemade Dirty Santa gifts? I tell you: the creative Armstrongs are coming, girded with gifts unimagined.
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