You Bright-Young-Thing Southern Scribes, send in your writing to the 2015 Southern Literary Festival Competition

Bradley's Barn Pre-Construction, Mt. Juliet, TN

Bradley’s Barn Pre-Construction, Mt. Juliet, TN

You Bright-Young-Thing Southern Scribes, let me judge your best submission. I’m thrilled to be one of the judges for the Short Story category for the 2015 Southern Literary Festival Competition. Undergraduates, send in your writing.


Is your college or university a member of The Southern Literary Festival Association? Ask your English Department chair or a professor or an instructor obsessed with Southern Literature because The 2015 Southern Literary Festival Competition will award First, Second, and Third Certificate prizes and publish an anthology of the winning submissions in undergraduate writing of member institutions at the 2015 Southern Literary Festival held at The University of North Georgia in Dahlonega, GA, March 26, 27, and 28 in the following categories:

1. Poetry
2. Short Story
3. One-Act Play
4. Formal Essay
5. Creative Nonfiction
6. Literary Magazine (Print), and
7. Literary E-zine.

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Submission, Rejection & Publication: It’s Autumn!

The Rotunda of James Blackstone Memorial Library, Branford, Connecticut ©2013 by April Bradley

The Rotunda of James Blackstone Memorial Library, Branford, Connecticut ©2013 by April Bradley

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Amateur

calendarIf my blog were a physical thing, it would be buried beneath stacks of dusty books, junk mail, cups of spare change, dirty coffee cups, tissues and various odds and ends.  It’s naturally been a crazy couple of months, so something had to give. I was concentrating on other kinds of writing, and every creative impulse was directed elsewhere. I apologize for my slacker ways. Summer began at the end of June after the protracted school year due to the extraordinary blizzard cancellations last winter, and with it came a house full of bronchitis that lasted for over two weeks. Our home transformed into a sanitarium, our own Magic Mountain, except no magic or mountain, just misery.

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This Is A Work Of Fiction

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Various friends have read and commented on versions of a short story that began in September last and grew into something entirely different over the six months of its evolution. No one yet has had the nerve to tell me that it’s pap and ought never to see the light of day. They’re leaving that happy task up to the journals. However, one question each reader asked with a sense of astonishment is, Did you really do this?

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