Andrew
Davis brings his Illinois and Minnesota talents to WordSmitten and
we are delighted to present him with the award of $1,010.00 for
"Same Thing, Only Different"
--his winning short story.
A story of relationships pulling on a thin thread
of time and chance.
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The
Editors and Fiction Panel
WordSmitten's Annual TenTen Short Story Award
Author
Janet Burroway, 2007 Fiction Judge
About
the Writer
Andrew
Davis, selected by our readers and our fiction panel for
WordSmitten's 2007 Annual TenTen Short Story Award, also writes
under another name for all the reasons that drove Samuel Clemens,
Stephen King, and Shelley Singer to adopt a striking new persona.
We are grateful to him for stepping outside the phone booth, discarding
his Clark Kent duds, and letting us see what is behind the glasses.
We expect great things from him. We are encouraged that he was more
concerned than we were, after all the chaos and nonsense with this
year's event, that we select a writer who merits the $1,010.00 short
story award. We have no doubt that our final selection properly
completes the process. Join us in congratulating Andrew Davis, for
his award-winning short story, Same Thing, Only Different.
Andrew
Davis Bio
I was born in 1958 in the black dirt country of Central Illinois
to parents who, in all honesty, should have never been married.
That did not stop them from having three more children.
During my childhood and adolescence we relocated 16 times, each
move a little bit farther north until I ended up graduating from
high school in northeastern Wisconsin. While in college I met
and married my wife. For the next twenty-seven years I was a part
of the adult working population.
During this time I was always writing to some degree. Like many
people I had traded what I felt was my vocation for a career.
It was always a dream, a hope, to find a way to make a living
writing.
The self-inflicted pressures of everyday living plus the birth
and upbringing of a son, now 14, took time and effort. The desire
to write was always there, but the actual putting of words to
paper was sporadic. Twenty five years ago I was a runner-up in
a fiction contest in Minneapolis. I have published a number of
articles in trade magazines.
Eight years ago, tiring of city life and wanting a big more rustic
childhood for our son we relocated to the bluffs and valleys of
southeastern Minnesota, the corner of the state not rubbed flat
by the glaciers.
The transition from big city to a town of 1020 went well. In only
a few years we grew tired of town living and have since moved
to the country.
I am doing what I can to change. I write regularly for the local
paper, as the city council correspondent. I sit on the library
board of directors. I spend as much time as I can putting words
on paper and attempting to perfect my craft. Hopefully it won’t
take twenty-five more years to receive some recognition.
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