So, I write a bit. Some of these are one-chapter stories, called one-shots. One reader said, "Oh, What She Said [my most recently written one] is your best!" So I was like, hm, is that so? So I did something I've never thought I would have done: I ran a little poll asking which one-shot was your favorite.
And here are the results:
And the winner is...
Drum roll, please.
Fireworks! Yay! *throws confetti*
What did you get out of this poll, 'phfina?
What I got out of this poll was that every one of my one-shots was voted on by somebody, and that warmed my heart. It tells me that there's something I wrote in each of my one-shots that touched or moved somebody.
Did you vote, too?
Yes, I voted.
Which one-shot was your fav?
Not telling.
Aw, c'mon, 'phfina!
Oh, all right! I am such a push-over! (um, don't tell anybody, and don't use that to your advantage, you know ... somewhere horizonal, either!) Tell you what, I'll show you mine if you show me yours. "Dear 'phfina, I voted (would have voted) on X and here's why! ... Okay, now show me yours? You got pics? *blush* Eek! I didn't write that! You've turned me, 'phfina, you've turned me into such a perv! So ... this weekend ... EEK! *scampers away*"
Um, you don't need to follow that PM format precisely ...
But actually, when I voted, it was so, so hard, and then I got scared away. I couldn't do it. They are all my favorites, I can't choose one of them! But I had demanded you pick a favorite fav, so it would be unjust for me to chicken out. So I picked the one that called out to me, and actually cried a bit about not being able to pick the other ones. I'll give a run down of my one-shots and why I love each one of them here some day later (or 'real soon now').
Well 'phfina (or rather Melissa) I did vote. And regardless of what I feel is the best written or has the most compelling characterization. I have to say that my favorite one shot of yours will have to be Rosalie and Me. For one thing and one thing only. The courage it took to not only write it, but to post it. That story, to me, was the emotional equivalent of stripping yourself of your armor, handing a bunch of complete strangers knives and then putting a big bullseye over your heart.
ReplyDeleteTo me when someone writes from the heart like that, literally putting it on the line, trusting in people not to use it underhandedly and try to hurt you, the author, with. I can say that I couldn't ever do anything like that. Be that vulnerable with total strangers. I applaud you for it.
Hugs
--Ryan