Today is my day for tooth planing. That sounds horrible. I hope it’s not as bad as it sounds. By day’s end, it will be behind me, save for the remnants of numbness and perhaps some swelling and a little pain. It’s also known as deep cleaning, as in scraping plaque from the roots of the teeth.
Perhaps the experience will trigger ideas for stories I can submit to the Arkansas Writers’ Conference. I have only two weeks before my submissions are due. And I will, by God, submit one or more entries to the myriad contests they have going. In June, I will learn whether my submissions were judged sufficiently decent to be awarded a “place” in the line-up of winners.
So many stories to tell, but the limitations on the contests are cramping my style. I must look for other contests to enter.
Good day!
