Saturday, May 14, 2011

Award News: Figment, Flour House, and Posters

Even though this did indeed happen a few weeks ago, I wanted to gather everything together to properly announce this awesome news: I won a writing contest! The contest was hosted by the teen writing website called; anyone's who's been following me for a while already knows about it, haha.

The contest was called the serial contest. For anyone not familiar with the term "serial" in relation to fiction, I found a great quote from an article entitled "Writing Serial Fiction" by Icy Sedgwik:

"Serials have been part of fiction for decades. Newspapers and magazines regularly ran stories in installments, keeping readers hanging until the next issue continued the plot and spun out the story."

What serial fiction usually means nowadays is that you, as the writer, are periodically posting new chapters and the readers are following along with you as it happens. Very exciting. At least, I find it exciting. So when I found out that Figment created a contest revolving around this concept, I definitely wanted to take a shot at it.

The rules were simple:

1. Create a new story and write for four weeks straight.
2. Post at least two chapters each week (minimum of eight chapters in all).
3. One post each week must address the given writing prompt - and there was one prompt for each week.

The prompts were pretty tricky; you couldn't just write your story all at once and be done. So the prompts ensured that everyone entered was writing and creating as they went along - something that really gives me a thrill with the challenge of keeping pace and giving my characters something to worry about. The prompts were:

Week 1: Someone has to buy something from a toy store.
Week 2: Something made out of glass breaks
Week 3: Someone must be dancing or must witness dancing (of any kind).
Week 4: Someone or something (not necessarily human) must die or be dead.

The Prize: A Poster

The prize I won was a free poster from a company called PosterText. What they do is pretty cool - they take the classics (like The Portrait of Dorian Gray or Alice in Wonderland) and print the text of the book on the poster. Yes, it's like hanging a book on the wall. They choose a memorable scene, use the text from the book, and create a neat silhouette picture in the middle of the negative space. I had a hard time choosing which one I wanted, but in the end I stuck with Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Here are some pictures of its arrival, followed by what I did after the happy delivery:

The poster arrives!

Ah, the poster is successfully unwrapped and up on a wall! It looks good, haha.

When you look at it up close, you can see the text! This one is the text next to Elizabeth's face.

My dog, Misty, and I eating cotton candy Italian ice. Delicious - and it helped cool my brain off after all that writing.

The Story: Flour House

From this contest, I came up with my entry: Flour House. I listed the prompts because, if you do decide to read it, you might be interested to see how I used them to fit the story each week. It's a story filled with baking sweets, teacup bathes, handsome tiny boys, and a lot of flour. I've posted the first chapter here:

Measuring Spoons

It was late November when Lettice Morris stood outside the toy shop. She was seventeen, a small girl with small feet. She had her brown hair tied back in two braids, her smart green pea coat buttoned up to the neck, and she watched her breath fog the darkened windows and drew hearts and stars with her gloved fingers until they faded away.

A thin layer of frost covered the city street. People walked carefully in big, slow strides with their arms out like tight-rope walkers. Lettice checked her watch out of habit, but she knew what time the toy shop opened.

8:03 am

The lights turned on.

The old man who ran the toy shop was called Duncan. He unlocked the door and popped his head out, smiling down at the young woman. “Good morning, Letty,” he said. His eyes glittered behind his gold-rimmed peepers. His bowtie was blue.

She greeted him with a smile that split apart her chapped lips. She forgot again to rub on her vanilla chapstick; it always got lost in her purse, no matter how small and how few pockets were inside. For this reason, Lettuce believed that all purses were hungry monsters – a notion she had held onto since she was a child. But more importantly, for this reason, her lips were chapped and aching.

When Duncan let her inside, she darted past the train set display and the mobiles of butterflies and space ships to the cash register. She pawed around in one of the small fishbowls filled with tiny, inexpensive trinkets and found a tiny, round container of chapstick. The cover was decorated with swirls like a melting candy cane but it smelled like roses when she opened it. She quickly swiped an un-gloved finger across its smooth, sticky surface and flinched as she carefully dotted her lips.

“Did you come out here for just that?” Duncan said, looking at her over the display of rag dolls. He gently adjusted a fallen teddy bear.

“Not at all. But I’ve forgotten to put it on again. Or my bag ate it. I can’t tell which is true yet,” Lettice said. She took out her wallet and pulled plucked out two crisp bills. “That’s for the sweet relief. I can feel my lips healing already.”

“So what are you looking for?”

“A measuring spoon set.”

“There are kitchen stores for that…”

“No. I mean, I want a tiny one. Dollhouse-sized.”

Duncan laughed. “Well, that’s different. Follow me.”

They walked down one of the cluttered aisles, stuffed with train wheels, menageries, broken china dolls and faded scraps of clothing. The labels on each wooden shelf were faded by the years. Some peeled off and joined the dust on the floor. Duncan stopped at a shelf lined with tiny couches, paintings from Picasso and O’Keeffe on bigger than a thumb, and a bathtub realistic enough to have a ring. He extracted a small box, and from that box, amongst forks, brushes, and necklaces, he offered Lettice a flower-painted measuring spoon set. She held it prudently in her hands.

“I gather you’ve wanted to add to your mother’s dollhouse,” he said, watching Lettice gently turn the set in her hands, hearing it jingle. “It’s a worthy cause. It’s almost like building a real home, from the ground up. You’re lucky your mother boxed away most of her collection so that, when she passed, they would belong to you.”

He spoke easily about this because it had been five years since her mother died. Lettice was comfortable with it. She thought of her mother often, but not sadly; she had her cheerful, older brothers always making her feel safe. But although she did have a keen interest in putting her mother’s dollhouse back together, there was another reason why she had started to spend her money on the tiny delicacies. So without hesitating, Lettice said, “There’s that, Duncan. Yes. But my boyfriend is living in the dollhouse, and he’d really like to bake a cake.”

(Original cover art found on We Heart It)


  1. YAY!!! Congrats!! The poster looks very cool!

    Also: that italian ice looks really good. Especially in this weather -___________- I hate florida weather~~

  2. THANKS! Hahaha. It's a neat poster :D

    Oh yeah. A new ice cream shop opened up nearby and my mom and I have been frequenting; I haven't had real Italian ice since I was a kid.

    Yesssh. Evil FL weather! *shakes fist*

  3. Congratulations!!! And I LOVE YOUR POSTER! That is so awesome! I have the whole play of Hamlet hanging on my wall, actually. (I got it from my old youth pastor. He found it in his attic and gave it to me because he knew I liked Shakespeare. Haha!)

    Though I don't have time this minute, I will be back to read your story! (Hmm, that sounds like it could be slightly evil... *puts on Transylvanian accent* I vill be back! Muwhahahaha! :P)

  4. I just finished reading Flour House and I absolutely loved it! I wasn't going to read the whole thing in one sitting but it was just too delectable so I simply had to gobble it up. I just adored the setting; miniatures/dollhouses have been two of my favourite things for as long as I can remember.
    Seriously, you write my favourite magic realism and I can't wait until I can go into Barnes and Nobles or some other bookstore and purchase your books! (While reminiscing to anyone nearby "I knew her back when…", of course, hehe.) :)

  5. @Melee Ah! I see you left two comments - how exciting! I'm going to answer them one at a time though :D

    1st: THANKS! Awww, yeah, the poster is super cool. It's fun to walk up close to it and gawk at the fine print. Woah, Hamlet! Really? That's awesome. You should post a picture of it sometime - it sounds really cool. My favorite Shakespeare play is "As You Like It," but "Hamlet" is a close second, haha. BTW, I laughed at the Transylvanian accent - too perfect! Whenever I write such a phrase to someone I'm reading, I often feel as if I'm coming off that way too :D

    2nd: Wow, you finished it! *grins widely* That's amazing! I'm so happy! Yeah, it's kind of long, but I usually write bite-sized chapters, so the chapters themselves seem to add up, haha. Me too! I love miniature anything, so I'm always trying to find ways to write more about them.

    I'm really trying my best to be that magical realist writer. I love the genre too much! It's funny though - I think anyone who writes magical realism comes off in a different way. There's a vague set of guidelines, but really, the sky's the limit. Which is awesome, haha.

    Oh man, one day. I'll probably pass out if I see my books on a shelf. It'll be a happy faint :D Hahahaha. But thank you again for reading! I'm so glad you liked it :D

  6. Congrats Kim! I love all of it :) especially the beginning and the ending

  7. OH! Congratulations dearest bird! You are so talented, this comes as no surprise. Such a sweet story, I absolutely cannot wait to see what happens next! I also must apologize for my absence, I shall be away a tad bit longer but I just wanted to pop in and see how things were in your little world beforehand. It seems you are doing well, I am glad for that.

    xx and hugs


  8. well done you, that's great news!

  9. @Lauren Thanksssss!

    @Jhordyn Thank you! No problem. I think we all have to take a break from blogging once in a while. I'm still getting back into the swing of things myself :)

    @hila Thank you!