Our local writing group, Reading Writers, is having a Writers’ Day today so Fecklet and I are going along. Workshops, speakers, and competitions, food and drink and conversation.
One of the competitions is to write an entire novel in six words. We’re putting them up and judging them anonymously. I’m assuming nobody from the group is going to check my blog before they go, so this is my entry:
No arms, no legs–five wives.
I think I’ll do a similar contest next week for a copy of All Work and No Play… so hone your short writing skills!
It will be the first time Fecklet’s eaten solid food in public. I’ve made him some apple puree for the occasion and I hope we don’t ruin the church hall.
It should be a good day.
Psst–Only ONE MORE WEEK until the Sun is giving away my book!!!
sorry…missed that last bit…:)!
hope you have a good day and that the walls of the church hall aren’t splayed with projectile vomit…
x Daisy
Have fun! Hope Fecklet is good for you.
Lovely – nice sticky apple everywhere.
Great short novel too, even if it has given me the most bizarre mental picture. What was the winning one?
He was a very good boy.
There were four winning entries (of which mine wasn’t one), but try as I might I can’t remember them word-for-word. Isn’t that sad–to forget a six-word novel??