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csinman, kaerfel and I were walking back to my place, short one Keffy, who is at a physics conference in LA. I reach into the mailbox and pull out a single letter. Probably a bill, but it felt really thin.
Now, Keffy's been waiting forever to hear back from Writers of the Future. She knows she didn't win, and that the rejection letter likely got lost in the mail. Keffy wasn't around, but we needed to know what was in that letter. As soon as we got inside, we held it up to the light. There was a lot of writing in there, way more than, "sorry you didn't make it. Thanks and try again." Being nosy and having three times as much excitement as Keffy could have on her own, we spent a long time deciphering the folded-over, doubled-up text.
It was a critique.
Not knowing much about the Writers of the Future process, I went to the internet, and found this. I also discovered that if you google "RM Kehrli", that semi-finalist list shows up fifth on the search results.
Naturally, we called her right away (10:30pm). Unfortunately, she'd been up for 38 hours and wasn't coherent. The next day, we called again from the new house, and left a voice message consisting of our three overlapping voices talking about dead bees in her room.
All this is, of course, even more exciting than the fact that I bought a bunch of bookcases and unloaded twelve boxes of books into the new house. But that was pretty darn fun too.
csinman, kaerfel and I were walking back to my place, short one Keffy, who is at a physics conference in LA. I reach into the mailbox and pull out a single letter. Probably a bill, but it felt really thin. Now, Keffy's been waiting forever to hear back from Writers of the Future. She knows she didn't win, and that the rejection letter likely got lost in the mail. Keffy wasn't around, but we needed to know what was in that letter. As soon as we got inside, we held it up to the light. There was a lot of writing in there, way more than, "sorry you didn't make it. Thanks and try again." Being nosy and having three times as much excitement as Keffy could have on her own, we spent a long time deciphering the folded-over, doubled-up text.
It was a critique.
Not knowing much about the Writers of the Future process, I went to the internet, and found this. I also discovered that if you google "RM Kehrli", that semi-finalist list shows up fifth on the search results.
Naturally, we called her right away (10:30pm). Unfortunately, she'd been up for 38 hours and wasn't coherent. The next day, we called again from the new house, and left a voice message consisting of our three overlapping voices talking about dead bees in her room.
All this is, of course, even more exciting than the fact that I bought a bunch of bookcases and unloaded twelve boxes of books into the new house. But that was pretty darn fun too.
