Technically, It’s Fiction
Happy Birthday, Zane!
Hello everybody, and a warm welcome to the
Amazing and zany, the one and only, the micro and the macro,
Perfect in all its imperfections, in three words and no more, it’s Zane’s birthday
Party!
You’ll find some drinks in your cupboards, and some food in your fridges. Hopefully.
Because this is a virtual birthday party.
I wish we could all meet in real life — except for Paul Mansfield. I have some doubts regarding this one. He can be
Rogue. Moving on. We’ll settle with a virtual party for now. Right?
To all of you sick and tired of Zoom (and friends), you can stay on mute with the video off, no offense taken.
Hop in the comment section, that will be more than enough. It’s a bit like the kitchen equivalent of a real-life party. There’s always something strange happening there. The
Dance competition is scheduled for late in the evening, right after the bingo, which I plan on winning. Just a friendly warning.
And we’ll have some motivational — and unedited — speeches from Microcosm’s coeditors, of course. Brace yourself for a long nap. Anyway. If there’s one thing
You don’t want to miss, it’s the poetry reading contest. Each Microcosm writer gets to choose a poem and Zane Dickens gets to declaim them all. Should be fun. There’s a catch, though. It has to be
Zany poetry and it has to be written during the party. You’ll have the time to do so in a few minutes.
A final word before I hand over to the editors. Thank you, Zane, and the coeditors, for Microcosm. It is a magic place where diverse people unite for the love of microfiction, and I’m glad to be part of it.
Now, there’s only one thing left to say:
Enjoy the party!




