I’m working today on finishing fiction that’s not mine. It’s a contest to complete a Shirley Jackson short story–if you think you’re up to task, try your own hand here. What strikes me is that it’s a story about stealing, and though Shirley died in 1965 and her family is sponsoring the contest, something sits strangely. Sitting and reading and knowing someone thought that every word, every comma, every space on this page spoke just right. And she had a plan or she didn’t. And the reader in you might like it or she might not, but the writer in you yields, for a moment, to another.
christine PS stocke 
Love that picture and love that idea. Did you finish the story yet? Will you post it when it’s complete?
That’s a really interesting idea. I don’t think I could bring myself to complete something unfinished by another writer though. I would feel as if I’d violated their work somehow.