Over the next few weeks, every author who wins the Story of the Week, will have the opportunity to have their work in expedited review at the Storymoja Editorial Review Table. To win that spot, please send in a story that fits…
Good writing allows the writer to be taken seriously, and being taken seriously is always important in communicating ideas. If a person’s writing is awkward and clumsy, readers get the mistaken notion the person is that way, too.
Michael’s music managed to cross over beyond barriers of race. The essence of his music appealed to people right across the world. His music broke past genres, creating new heights in the music industry, fusing and merging, creating a whole new culture of music.
We are looking for 3 winners. To receive £500 (approx $750) each
The Bridport Prize 2009 website is now open for entries!The Bridport Prize is the richest open writing competition in the English language – with £5000 first prize for a short story (of up to 5000 words); and £5000 first prize for a poem (of up to 42 lines). The Bridport is also known as a tremendous literary stepping stone – the first step in the careers of writers such as: Kate Atkinson, Tobias Hill, Carol Ann Duffy and Helen Dunmore. Anyone can enter – so long as the work is previously unpublished. It costs £7 per story or £6 per poem and the closing date is 30th June 2009. Each year the prize is judged by well known writers – this year we are delighted to have Ali Smith judging short stories and Jackie Kay judging
Itty bitty characters/ Sitting on a page First comes Gladys/ Then there’s Morris Then here comes the madman in a baby carriage “Okay just so everyone is perfectly clear, I’m Gladys. You’re Morris. Is the madman the one Muthoni, our author, is developing for that definitive book about Africa?” “You mean the one where the truth of modern Africa is finally told?” “No I mean the one she will never finish.” “Ahh but you see, grandiose illusions keeps her going.” “I bet she’s gone off to practise her Booker/Pulitzer speech again!” This is time out. Time for us to breathe. Time for us characters on the page to be who we really are. Well, until Muthoni’s cooked her husband’s dinner. He slaves over Cadbury chocolate all day earning the keep in order for her to indulge in the dubious privilege