by Camille GriepMost of us spend our school days trying to figure out how to love books. Even those of us given Nancy Drew or the Babysitter’s Club or Sweet Valley High on the side still had to choke down The Scarlet Letter, Catcher in the Rye, Gatsby.
Love them, hate them, love to hate them, The Literary Contest is a near constant feature of a writer’s world. Here at Easy Street, we just wrapped up our first contest, awarding $10 per word for the best sentence.
Of course Andrew Smith has met a girl. Of course I have met a father. I am a girl; Smith is a father. Does that mean either of us knows what makes each other tick?