Just a short note really that the Toronto Short Story contest closes today at 5 pm. I entered two years ago (at least I think so) with the short story version of Straying South (incidentally the first piece of mine accepted for Sing-for-your-Supper). This year I translated Finding Mr. Mouse (another SFYS piece) into a short story. I think it works fairly well, though naturally it is extremely dialogue-heavy.
I ran over after work on Monday, but turned up around 7:30. The building is supposedly only open until 7 pm. I was pretty sure if I tried to get back on Tuesday over lunch, something would come up and I would miss out. (And it seemed already too late to try to mail it, though perhaps they are working off the date posted rather than date received.)
I was lucky in that someone came out just as I was looking around for an alternate entrance, and I got into the lobby. The security guard was totally blasé and told me where to drop off the packet. A bit anticlimactic,* I suppose, but I'm glad it went in. It would be great to win, but I think that's unlikely.
In terms of my other creative writing, I am sort of splitting my time between Final Exam and The Study Group. When those are done, I think I'll type up my notes for Straying South and see if I can write the next section or two and start getting that wrapped up.
* Maybe I should have mentioned that I managed to get my finger caught in the lid when I opened the box to drop off my envelope, but fortunately it wasn't really stuck. That would have been too humiliating.