WD Short Story Competitions

I’m wondering if I can find time in the next 48 hours to write a 4,000 word short story. Writers’ Digest is hosting six genre competitions—science fiction, thriller, young adult, romance, crime, horror—and pushed the deadline for the first three until October 1. I’m guessing that the extended deadlines mean that they either have not received very many submissions, or that they just haven’t received any good submissions. It’s only $20 to enter, a maximum of 4,000 words and needs to fit into one of those genres. It’s going to be a pretty crazy 48 hours as it is: I’m wrapping up my last days with TQ, have some freelance work to finish up and need to get ready to head to the tropics on Saturday, so why not throw in a short story on top of it all? The prize for each genre winner is $1,000—click here for information and other competitions, including the short short story competition with a maximum 1,500 word count. Good luck!

Freedom, by Jonathon Franzen

I found myself totally engrossed in Jonathon Franzen’s Freedom, and then almost unable to finish the last 30 pages. As an editor, I have to say I think it went about 200 pages too long, and I almost went berserk when yet more characters and family dynamics were being introduced at the very end, when I was ready to start wrapping things up.

Overall, very enjoyable. I liked reading about Patty’s college days, and in fact I think that was the most interesting part of the story, between her stalker and her relationships with her future husband, Walter, and his badass best friend, Richard. I thought it was well written from the various viewpoints—Patty, Walter, their son, Joey, and Richard—and dealt with some interesting family, social and political dynamics. The theme throughout, as evidenced by the title, is the idea of freedom. For Patty, Franzen seems to equate freedom with free time—as a housewife, she spends her days looking after the kids and baking cookies for each birthday on her block. When her kids have grown up and begin to look down on her, she has plenty of free time, but no ambition or goals to accomplish anything. She begins to hate Walter, and seems to hate her own freedom (i.e., free time), and only begins to seem happier when either having affairs or working a gym job.

Richard finds success and squanders it. Joey, a college student, somewhat ridiculously finds himself negotiating contracts for tanker parts and makes a lot of money selling bad parts. Walter eventually discovers the affairs, and seems to free himself from Patty. Empowered by this, he falls in love with a Bengali woman named Lalitha and pursues his dreams of nature habitats for birds until Lalitha conveniently dies and he winds up back with Patty. For the life of me, I cannot understand the appeal of Patty, so I was bummed that Franzen killed off Lalitha. My read? An engrossing story, but a lot of unnecessary storylines that didn’t add anything to the overall tale.

Signs of Life, by Natalie Taylor

You know how sometimes crying can feel really, really good? I knew that this book was going to be a heart jerker (it is, after all, about a pregnant 24-year-old who loses her husband), but it was so poignant, so insightful and so well written that even though I cried from start to finish, I was crying with a smile on my face. Written by Natalie Taylor, the book is culled from her journal entries following her husband’s death. It deals with grief in a way that I’ve never even considered—for example, discussing a family had to change their doorbell because the ringer was a constant reminder of the day they learned their son was killed in war. A high school English teacher, Taylor peppers her story with fresh interpretations of great literature, while also relating her fantastical adventures with a sloppily dressed fairy godmother, chats with people like J.K. Rowling and Ira Glass, and her and her son’s debut on Dancing with the Stars. Beyond a wonderful read, Signs of Life is an excellent reminder to live life to its fullest and appreciate each and every moment we have with loved ones. Can’t recommend enough!

Tackling Mud and Mountains

My article, “Tackling Mud and Mountains,” is out in California’s Adventure Sports Journal! The publication is distributed free at outlets around California and parts of Nevada, including gear and outdoors shops. Read about why exactly a person would want to compete in the Squaw Valley Tough Mudder event, an untimed obstacle race that includes high-pressure water hosing, icy alpine swims and running through fire. Other cool stories in this issue include a dramatic, near-death climbing adventure on El Capitan in Yosemite and the story of a Bishop-based farmer and the catahoula dog he kept for a week before finding its rightful owner, and how that inspired him to adopt a rescue pup.

TM Inspiration


I recently wrote an article for California’s Adventure Sports Journal about the Tough Mudder event that will be held at Squaw Valley in September. Even as I was writing the piece, I didn’t understand why someone would want to compete: It involves trekking through icy lakes, mud, fire and electrical fields. Then I stumbled across the TM Hall of Fame. It’s pretty inspiring—people like Lindsey Hoffner, who discovered she had a rare heart condition and would never be able to exercise strenuously again; Eric Ritchson, who broke both legs in a motorcycle accident that occurred when he swerved to avoiding a friend; Carrie Richey, who ran to commemorate her husband, a police officer who was killed responding to a domestic violence call. I suppose these people—veterans, cancer survivors, people who have suffered losses and accidents—race because they’ve already conquered so many hardships that it’s nice to be able to take something tangible like Tough Mudder and say that even though it was difficult, they came out all right on the other side.

It’s Summer in Tahoe!

TQ’s summer issue is now out! I really enjoyed profiling Malcolm Tibbetts, a segmented woodturner out of South Lake Tahoe who creates impressive and often politically motivated masterpieces out of wood, as well as writing about Reno’s Hot August Nights car show and taking a look back at the history of Homewood’s Obexer’s Boat Company. Pick up an issue on stands, subscribe here or send me a note if you’d like to get a copy!

Martis Camp Gala

Friday night, I attended Martis Camp’s Camp Lodge Grand Opening with Jason, Nora, Jason’s mom, Edie, and stepdad, Mark. It was spectacular! After worrying that parking was going to be chaos (there were some 800 people who had RSVPed), the valets took care of my car. As Jason got Nora out of the car, men in tuxedos, top hats and white gloves offered to escort Edie and me inside. I’d seen the conceptual renderings and Martis Camp’s Kelly Heapy had taken me, Sue (my editor) and Allison (TQ’s art director) on a tour while it was still under construction. Still, I was not prepared for how impressive it is! The building sits on a dramatic outcropping of rocks above the golf course’s 18th hole. You walk in to beautiful views and dual rock fireplaces. The Lodge was set up with a different bars and food stations to spread out the guests and showcase the entire building.

I ran into Allison while waiting for my first drink at the ice bar and she was raving about the food. The seafood line was pretty long, so we first ventured into the women’s locker room (which, the sign noted, was co-ed for the night), where we found big plates of sushi. I had intended to bring some back to Jason, but it was much too spicy for him so I finished off the plate myself. On the other side of the Lodge, we found the cheese and caviar room. We tried one cheese that has been made in the same style for 1,000 years (its name originates from some old word for “horse droppings”) and a delicious bleu cheese that was somehow orange.

Nora was getting fussy so Jason tracked me down and I fed her while my in-laws got me goodies from the taco station on the lawn. I switched over the Rombauer pinot noir and hit up the seafood station for oysters, prawns, crab legs and crab claws. We had a great spot on one of the decks, which was the perfect place to watch the surprise Scottish band that marched down the fairway. We went inside for a little while to watch the jazz band, met a magician and went on a search for the desserts, which we found on the Lodge’s first floor. We capped off the night by enjoying the stars and trying desperately to make friends with Martis Camp members who would invite us back.

Dinner and Decadence

Maybe I’m shallow, but the best thing about my job isn’t writing or seeing my name in print—it’s the free stuff. Such was my thinking last Friday, at least, when I attended the Lone Eagle Grille’s Wine Dinner in Incline Village as my editor’s date.

We started with an hour-long champagne cocktail hour before sitting down. The first course was a beet carpaccio. However, I read the menu wrong and so I spent most of the first course prodding my garnishes to determine which one was meat. Second course was poussin (baby chicken) with foie gras – filled morels and the entrée was Niman Ranch rack of lamb with a minted English pea puree, followed by a dessert tray. Each course was accompanied by a very generous pouring of Pahlmeyer wine. I had never heard it, but that’s probably I rarely venture into wines past the price of Yellowtail. The Pahlmeyer chardonnay was the thickest, oakiest white I’ve ever tried and the proprietary red (which retails for $105 a bottle from the winery) tasted like decadence in a bottle. If I hadn’t had to drive over the hill, I could have really done some damage.

Anyway, my next awesome media event is the July 1 grand opening of the Martis Camp Lodge—a luxury, invite-only party with plenty of champagne, music, hors d’oeuvres and, best of all, my very own designated driver!

Work Buddy

"I know the document I'm looking for is around here somewhere."

Today, my little sidekick decided that she wanted to help proof the magazine.

First Draft to Commence!

Now that things are calming down with TQ for the summer, I am officially putting myself on a schedule to finish my novel! I’ve heard a million times that the first draft is always going to be crap—it’s just a matter of getting that crap down on paper so you can begin revising and editing. I like schedules, so I made up a calendar that forces me to write 1,000 words a day. I’m giving myself a start date of Sunday, June 12 (though I’ve already started writing, but this gives me little bit of a buffer), which will mean that I should hit 50,000 words—the point at which I’ve decided it’s alright to go back and begin revisions—no later than August 1. I used the calendar method on my first novel and successfully hit my word count, but then realized I knew absolutely nothing about my subject so that story is on hold indefinitely. That was written pre-Nora, so we’ll see how often she lets me work through the summer…

Anyway, it’ll be a busy, writing-filled month and a half, so wish me luck!