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NYC Midnight Round 1 Results are in....

The officials just posted the results for Round 1, which took place last month over the Aug 19th- 21st weekend. For Round 1, my assigned genre was Romantic Comedy, my assigned location was A Hair salon, and my assigned object to include was A Box Of Tissue. The resulting story, A Night In Before The Night Out, placed 11th. Not a stellar showing, but, as it was my first attempt at NYC Midnight challenges annnnnd as I have never written a Romantic Comedy in my life, I think I did fairly well--- especially considering that any story ranked 16th+ did not receive any points for this round.

In hindsight, my story was grossly lacking any sort of conflict or plot movement, and as Romantic Comedy isn't a genre I read, I was at a loss as to what the story should contain. I think the judges were a bit too giving, or lenient, in assigning my ranking in the group.

Round 2 starts tomorrow night... while I'm attending FenCon VIII in Dallas. It should be interesting to see how I fare trying to write a time-constrained (48hrs) flash fiction piece (>1000 words) while attending a literary convention. At least, if my assigned genre for Round 2 is Science Fiction or Fantasy, I'll have no end of inspiration.

Wish me luck! And, for future reference... can somebody tell me what a Romantic Comedy even is????


  1. great result - um what is a romantic comedy anyhow?

  2. exactly!!

    buggered if I know--- I guess I'll wait for the judges to tell me :-)

  3. I've never read a romantic comedy before, but thanks to the Mrs., I've seen plenty of chick flicks that fall into that category...

  4. Well... could you ask the Mrs. to explain them to me--- my husband's the chick flick watching in our house and he's tried to educate me, but, I think I'm failing miserably :-(

  5. *that should be "chick flick watcher"


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