Hello you lovely people!
It's that time again. Time to send in your...okay, let me just put up the official statement and...yeah...
2014 Farafina Trust Creative Writing Workshop Sponsored by Nigerian Breweries Plc
Farafina Trust will be holding a creative writing workshop in Lagos, organized by award-winning writer and creative director of Farafina Trust, Chimamanda Adichie, from August 5 to August 15 2014. The workshop is sponsored by Nigerian Breweries Plc. Guest writers who will co-teach the workshop alongside Adichie are the Caine Prize Winning Kenyan writer Binyavanga Wainaina, Aslak Sira Myhre and others.
The workshop will take the form of a class. Participants will be assigned a wide range of reading exercises, as well as daily writing exercises. The aim of the workshop is to improve the craft of Nigerian writers and to encourage published and unpublished writers by bringing different perspectives to the art of storytelling. Participation is limited only to those who apply and are accepted.
To apply, send an e-mail to Udonandu2014@gmail.com
Your e-mail subject should read ‘Workshop Application.’
The body of the e-mail should contain the following:
1. Your Name
2. Your address
3. A few sentences about yourself
4. A writing sample of between 200 and 800 words. The sample must be either fiction or non-fiction.
All material must be pasted or written in the body of the e-mail. Please Do NOT include any attachments in your e-mail. Applications with attachments will be automatically disqualified. Deadline for submissions is June 30 2014. Only those accepted to the workshop will be notified by July 22 2014. Accommodation in Lagos will be provided for all accepted applicants who are able to attend for the ten-day duration of the workshop. A literary evening of readings, open to the public, will be held at the end of the workshop.
Okey Adichie
For Farafina Trust
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Where were we?
I've used that as a blog title before, haven't I?
Hmm. Oh well. Where were we?
Edited two more stories for the anthology. We're getting closer.
Finished my Reading Challenge ages ago, and this even after I went up to 100 books. Obviously, reading is no challenge. Now, if I can get myself to read fewer romance novels and more...other stuff like...sigh...the classics, I suppose.
Sigh. I will. I did love To Kill A Mockingbird and Anna Karenina. Read them last year but a classic is a classic. And I did read No Longer At Ease this January. So, not bad.
Half bread is better than Donut.
Hee hee.
Anyhoo, The Goo is up and requiring Social Direction (or if we're calling a spade a spade, Mummy's undivided attention), but I promised you pictures. And you shall get them, 'cos I got a camera for Christmas (oh yeah!).
Here's a few (three, actually). More tomorrow (maybe).
Hmm. Oh well. Where were we?
Edited two more stories for the anthology. We're getting closer.
Finished my Reading Challenge ages ago, and this even after I went up to 100 books. Obviously, reading is no challenge. Now, if I can get myself to read fewer romance novels and more...other stuff like...sigh...the classics, I suppose.
Sigh. I will. I did love To Kill A Mockingbird and Anna Karenina. Read them last year but a classic is a classic. And I did read No Longer At Ease this January. So, not bad.
Half bread is better than Donut.
Hee hee.
Anyhoo, The Goo is up and requiring Social Direction (or if we're calling a spade a spade, Mummy's undivided attention), but I promised you pictures. And you shall get them, 'cos I got a camera for Christmas (oh yeah!).
Here's a few (three, actually). More tomorrow (maybe).
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| Mummy's Little Helper |
Monday, April 14, 2014
Wowwy Wow Wow!
Just one post this year!
Wow!
I did not know that...I had put up only one post (so far) this year.
How did that happen? Well, I'm glad you asked.
First off, internet woes - here's looking at you Spectranet *wink*
Then, been busy busy busy - edited one anthology.
It's been sent off to a couple of publishers, now we wait with fingers crossed, on bended knees.
Then edited one book for a client.
Now in the middle of editing another anthology.
Details coming very soon (soon and very soon), just waiting for certain people to send in their stories. I won't be calling names or pointing fingers, but they know who they are.
Also been busy with non-work stuff - like being The Goo's Social Director and Stylist and Escort.
Participating in a Married vs. Single Ladies Cooking Competition (a cook-off?) at Church,
and just being generally busy, and tired and living life...like it's golden.
Hee hee.
Anyway, here's a little something something from me to you. Enjoy!
The recently developed off-planet colony of Nirvana was up and running. Marketed by the Relocate Earth Department of the United Nations as the home of the future for all who loved beauty and creation, it had drawn the brightest and the best of Earth's Recreative Movement. Of course, the brightest and the best needed their support system, so Nirvana was also home to maids, drivers, cooks, teachers, and spiritual directors.
Oh and Tech Support. You can't have an off planet colony running like clockwork without Tech Support. Enter T.
"Call me T", she was known to say. She loved Nirvana. She had always been idealistic, believing that Utopia was out there somewhere, so when she heard that the United Nations and a few Mega Corporations had been secretly developing an off planet colony just outside Earth's solar system, she was ecstatic.
"Nothing to get excited about babe", her friend Z, had told her, "I mean daddy says it will take forever before it's finished, and even then it will be an uber-exclusive set of people who will be relocated".
"I'll find a way", T had replied, and she had. Her friendship with Z had been instrumental. You see Z's daddy was a cosmetic surgeon. He straddled the line between recreative and support system. He was definitely getting on The Nirvana List.
"Big Daddy", T said to him, over the phone, "how are you going to get me on that list?"
"Why are you calling? Aren't you coming over?"
"Nah. Z asked me to go clubbing with her, and she'll get suspicious if I blow her off".
"Come home with her then. You can come to my room when she's asleep".
"Yes sir", she said, grinning, and hung up.
That night, he promised to think about it, but T knew he was lying, so she when she snuck back into her friend's room in the wee hours of the morning she put Plan B into play.
"Z, you know you and your dad are getting on the list".
"Probably, but The United Nations isn't as squeaky clean as it used to be. That list is going to be up for grabs to the highest bidder".
T sighed, "I wish I had money like you guys. I would so pay for a place on that list".
"Aaaw. Don't worry. You know you're my girl. I'll talk to daddy. We'll find a way".
Two days later, Z called. "T baby, guess what?"
"What?"
"Your name's getting on the list", Z screamed.
T screamed too, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much. You are the best friend ever".
"You know it. You’ll be on the list as my Backup Buddy".
"Backup Buddy?"
"Don't worry. It's just a new department. It's a not a lot of work, and you get paid Mega Bucks".
Mega Bucks? T was sold, in more ways than she realised.
When they got to Nirvana, Z and her daddy moved to The Estate. T moved to a nameless shanty town. A few days later, Z drove her hovercraft too close to a gas flare. She survived, but lost an arm.
Enter the Backup Buddy.
Two years in, and Z's reckless living had cost T two arms and both legs. Cutting edge technology ensured the perfection of Nirvana a la Z remained unmarred. T was support system. Perfection was not a requirement.
But at least she was in Nirvana.
THE END...so far
Tomorrow (hopefully) - Pictures and Stuff. Have a great day!
Wow!
I did not know that...I had put up only one post (so far) this year.
How did that happen? Well, I'm glad you asked.
First off, internet woes - here's looking at you Spectranet *wink*
Then, been busy busy busy - edited one anthology.
It's been sent off to a couple of publishers, now we wait with fingers crossed, on bended knees.
Then edited one book for a client.
Now in the middle of editing another anthology.
Details coming very soon (soon and very soon), just waiting for certain people to send in their stories. I won't be calling names or pointing fingers, but they know who they are.
Also been busy with non-work stuff - like being The Goo's Social Director and Stylist and Escort.
Hee hee.
Anyway, here's a little something something from me to you. Enjoy!
The recently developed off-planet colony of Nirvana was up and running. Marketed by the Relocate Earth Department of the United Nations as the home of the future for all who loved beauty and creation, it had drawn the brightest and the best of Earth's Recreative Movement. Of course, the brightest and the best needed their support system, so Nirvana was also home to maids, drivers, cooks, teachers, and spiritual directors.
Oh and Tech Support. You can't have an off planet colony running like clockwork without Tech Support. Enter T.
"Call me T", she was known to say. She loved Nirvana. She had always been idealistic, believing that Utopia was out there somewhere, so when she heard that the United Nations and a few Mega Corporations had been secretly developing an off planet colony just outside Earth's solar system, she was ecstatic.
"Nothing to get excited about babe", her friend Z, had told her, "I mean daddy says it will take forever before it's finished, and even then it will be an uber-exclusive set of people who will be relocated".
"I'll find a way", T had replied, and she had. Her friendship with Z had been instrumental. You see Z's daddy was a cosmetic surgeon. He straddled the line between recreative and support system. He was definitely getting on The Nirvana List.
"Big Daddy", T said to him, over the phone, "how are you going to get me on that list?"
"Why are you calling? Aren't you coming over?"
"Nah. Z asked me to go clubbing with her, and she'll get suspicious if I blow her off".
"Come home with her then. You can come to my room when she's asleep".
"Yes sir", she said, grinning, and hung up.
That night, he promised to think about it, but T knew he was lying, so she when she snuck back into her friend's room in the wee hours of the morning she put Plan B into play.
"Z, you know you and your dad are getting on the list".
"Probably, but The United Nations isn't as squeaky clean as it used to be. That list is going to be up for grabs to the highest bidder".
T sighed, "I wish I had money like you guys. I would so pay for a place on that list".
"Aaaw. Don't worry. You know you're my girl. I'll talk to daddy. We'll find a way".
Two days later, Z called. "T baby, guess what?"
"What?"
"Your name's getting on the list", Z screamed.
T screamed too, "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much. You are the best friend ever".
"You know it. You’ll be on the list as my Backup Buddy".
"Backup Buddy?"
"Don't worry. It's just a new department. It's a not a lot of work, and you get paid Mega Bucks".
Mega Bucks? T was sold, in more ways than she realised.
When they got to Nirvana, Z and her daddy moved to The Estate. T moved to a nameless shanty town. A few days later, Z drove her hovercraft too close to a gas flare. She survived, but lost an arm.
Enter the Backup Buddy.
Two years in, and Z's reckless living had cost T two arms and both legs. Cutting edge technology ensured the perfection of Nirvana a la Z remained unmarred. T was support system. Perfection was not a requirement.
But at least she was in Nirvana.
THE END...so far
Tomorrow (hopefully) - Pictures and Stuff. Have a great day!
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