That's the name of the writing contest I entered about a week ago. My short-story, "The Woman Underneath the Maple Tree," placed second in the Miami Writers Association contest, and I had an opportunity to read it before an audience of writers and published authors on November 11th, at 'The Bookstore in the Grove,' in Miami, Fl.
What a great experience this was! This marks the first award that my writing has received. I accept it enthusiastically and gratefully. I was surprised by the amount of writers in Miami, and the amount of groups that support Miami's artists and writers, like the Miami Writers Association (MWA), Miami's Independent Thinkers, and Biscaynewriters.com. I also thought it was very interesting that every contest winner and speaker was or is a teacher in some way. Most of them were English majors, except for myself and Gil Petigrew. (Both of us are Biologists)
The story I read was a mystical, autumn colored tale about a farmer who has a portentous encounter with an ominous woman who approaches him carrying a baby and asking him to give her his prized-pumpkin to feed her child. The whole of the story is very mystical and arcane. The major symbolisms that appear throughout the approximately one-thousand-word tale juxtapose fertility and death.
While receiving some recognition for the kind of work that I am passionate about is great, the really poignant memories will be of my wife, my uncle, and my wife's family sitting there supporting me. It was a special treat to have my uncle there, since besides the love I have for him as family, I also admire him greatly as a successful, highly competent, and knowledgeable author.
It certainly was a very spiritual experience, like the dawn that proceeds from the culmination of a very long and disheartening night.
* If you wanna check out the story, shoot me an e-mail.