
Back in July, recall, I issued a summer writing challenge to the writerly readers of this blog. Write a 500-word short story on this theme: For fear that my mother would sell the house before I returned home again, I made sure to write a sentence in permament marker in the closet of my childhood bedroom. I set the deadline as Labor Day. I said there would be a prize.
I've chosen a winner.
First off, though, let's remember who entered the contest:
1. EDW, "It's No Story I Can Tell."
2. Jami, "Permanence Marker."
3. Paperback Writer, "['Writer's Block']."
Secondly, let me say that I really enjoyed reading all three writer's efforts. It's fun to see how different creative people approach the same topic. I like the different styles, and the different approaches. I like how EDW, for instance, takes a perspective you don't expect.
But there can be only one winner, I'm afraid.
And that winner is--
Jami, for "Permamence Marker."
I'm a fan of quick cuts, brevity, non-sequitir prose, and Jami's entry had all of that. And so, Jami, contact me, and I'll send you your prize: a used (I prefer the term "previously loved") of my all-time favorite book on writing, Natalie Goldberg's Writing Down the Bones, which I'll send your way from AbeBooks.

