Okay, I have got to get my jitters down on a page so that I can actually get something done with the rest of my day. Drumroll please...
I just placed in the top 50 for this quarter of the Writers of the Future speculative fiction contest! This thing is, like, THE BIGGEST international contest for speculative fiction, so I imagine there are a LOT of entries per quarter.
I've been struggling to continue with my story, Beyond the Void, recently. Partly, that's because my brother has been in the hospital with a ruptured appendix, so normal life is currently forsaken. Partly, that's because I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around this particular story.
After reading it aloud to my brother and one of my sisters, my sister commented, "It's one of those weird, fascinating fantasy stories that reminds me of George MacDonald's style."
My brain jolted. Oh! That was it. That was why I couldn't write the story the way I wanted to. I was categorizing it as epic fantasy (think Tolkien), but the story simply didn't fit. It wasn't fantasy; it was a fairytale for grown-ups.