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full of win

i didn't mention it in my "friday favourites", but i really should have:

canadian author alice munro won the nobel prize for literature last week.

this is monumental for me in a number of ways:

canadian

female

known as a master of the short story

what greater validation could a female canadian author whose preferred form is the short story ask for?

well, perhaps this.

my short story "spook house" won a contest this week sponsored by writer's carnival and 69 flavours of paranoia. it was completely unexpected, but incredibly fulfilling.

so yes, there are people who want to hear your stories. whoever you are and whatever form they take, there are people out there who will value them.

this story was actually inspired by a dream that i had and is really nothing more than my attempt to convey something of what was going on in my mind, without making it too literal [which can so often corrupt dreams in the retelling].

whatever you're writing, there is an audience for it. and when you find it, that feels wonderful.

i'll have more details on this later, but for now, i can't keep it to myself. for those of you who've offered support and feedback and help, thank you. i am eternally in your debt. metaphorically speaking. i might buy you a drink some time, but it's not like i'm made of money.

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