Virginia Woolf extorted us to kill our darlings. That one perfect image, that gorgeous sentence that we keep from draft to draft because we love them so? Eventually someone convinces us to take them out. Or we gain the inner gumption to delete it, because it doesn’t really fit, we just love it so.
Except that I know you didn’t really delete that line. It was too good. Instead you cut and pasted it into a new document or wrote it down in your secret darling notebook. It’s still in your chapter titled “abandoned paragraphs” in your Scrivener document.
But now you can display them! It’s time to have a contest. Send me your darlings, it can be a sentence or a paragraph. Paste it in the comments or send it to me at independentclause at the gmail. The best darling (judged by our very favorite Cougar Clause) will receive a prize of my choice.
Listen, Cougar’s having a really shit time at work. And she’s like our mother, and rarely complains. So when she complains it’s bad. So cheer her up. Send her some darlings to read. She loves to judge contests, see here, here, and here.
May the best darling win.
PS Should there be people who do not primarily identify as writers, I’m sure you have some sort of writing you could send, or possibly a picture of a bowl.