Until last week, I had forgotten about the creative nonfiction manuscript I had submitted to the Honeysuckle Press Chapbook Contest back in December.
I submit a lot, and when I don’t hear back I naturally assume that it either wasn’t a good fit or they thought it sucked.
Then I received this email:
I’m emailing to let you know that we’ve chosen your powerful, compelling chapbook “Lies, and Saturdays” as a semifinalist for the Honeysuckle Chapbook contest. We loved your innovative and risk-taking use of language and form.
Well, imagine that.
The prose finalists and winner will be chosen by Bhanu Kapil and announced in early September (fingers crossed, people; fingers crossed).
Here’s a list of the poetry and prose semifinalist, chosen from over 500 entries.
Disfigure Studies by Asha Dore
Adolescence, Secondhand by Francisco Delgado
Dislocate by Simone Person
Woman Braces Herself by Danielle Zaccagnino
Lies and Saturdays by Cinthia Ritchie
Things That Cannot Be Tamed by Khristian Mecom
Chronicle the Body by Mick Powell
Cleaning Service by Beyza Ozer
Bitter Map by Crystal Boson
Canciones de Cuna by William Palomo
Oracle: a Cosmology by Destiny Hemphill
Sirens by Mitchell Glazier
Part of my manuscript will be featured on the Honeysuckle Press website next month; I’ll keep everyone posted on that. And my poem Crazy, They Said will be featured on the Rattle website sometime next month, too.
Other than that, life trudges on. I’m obsessing about my memoir, trying to decide what to keep in, what to leave out. I want to capture moments in small slices, with bare-to-the-bone prose, and writing less is so much more difficult than writing more.
But forget the writing struggles. It’s summer in Alaska, though we’ve been getting a lot of rain. Right now it’s raining at 58 degrees out there. Yes, you read right: 58 degrees. In the summer. Still, we’ve been getting out as much as possible, running and walking the beach. Beauty is beauty no matter the weather, eh?