Sometimes the inconsistency of my anal retentive personality surprises me. Continue reading “The Not-So-Great Outdoors”
Back in 2015, when I first devoted my life to becoming a house husband, I had to overcome my fear of laundry. Continue reading “Laundromike”
I like to enter writing contests. I love how they force my brain to think in new and exciting ways. I would even say that some of my best writing efforts were the direct result of such contests – especially the ones with strict rules regarding subject matter and word count.
I suffer from a sort of Contest Compulsion, I think. Sometimes I win these contests, which, of course, is awesome. More often than not, I lose — but losing never bothers me much; for the real victory is in the final written product, the story that didn’t exist before I decided to compete.
Thanks to Patricia Tilton, I recently learned about the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Competition. Due to my Compusion, I had to enter. The rules were simple: One had to submit a humorous essay fewer than 425 words written in the style of the great Erma herself.
I was surprised by how much I enjoyed channeling Bombeck’s propensity for exaggeration. She also loves dialogue, which allowed me to exercise my long-atrophied playwrighting muscles.
What’s posted below didn’t win a thing, but I thought it might be fun to share. Here’s hoping you agree.