Many moons ago I won second place in a creative writing competition. I was beaten by a plagiarising girl who exceeded the word limit, ripped off a Roald Dahl short story. I'm confident she is wracked with guilt and a hollow feeling till this day.
I've always entertained a fancy to be a writer and were it not for the need to eat occasionally and pay bills, I would've committed my self to that road years ago. I found this article (courtesy of the New Yorker) that put me in mind of the afore mentioned writing competition.
It is a review of a gimmick book. A collection of stories 25 words or less. They are rather a nice example of the old trick, 'Don't think of White Horse'. You inevitably do and often picture its surroundings or the weather or the time of day.
Have a read HERE
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