Well, I didn’t really win, but I came in second in the “First Kiss” contest at the Yellow Rose Valentine meeting. But for me, it was winning, because I wrote!! Yes folks, I stayed up until almost 3:00 Friday night/Saturday morning and wrote around 1,300 words!! That was the most I’ve written in almost 2 years and I’ll tell you right now, it felt good. And it’s a new story, not a re-working of old stuff that wasn’t really working for me. I got the reaction that I wanted – they laughed when they were supposed to, so everything was fantastic.
Sooo, how was your weekend? Both of you, or are there three of you out there now? By the way, at the bottom of the page you’ll find something about followers. This is some blogger application where you can sign up as a “follower” of my blog. Not that I’m some cult leader or anything. LOL Anyway, it would be nice to know who is reading this stuff – ‘cuz from what I understand, there are a few lurkers out there.
Anyway, my second place entry is too long to put here, so if you’re interested in reading it, let me know and I’ll send it to you. As long as I know who “you” are. Not really kidding there …..
Showing posts with label writing contest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing contest. Show all posts
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 22, 2008
Penny Spam
VoluminousSchlongWilma (Wilma has a voluminous schlong? And I can’t even get volume in my hair …)
ErectileOrganGrandAhmed (Supercalifragulisticexpealidocious)
Can I get out of debt? (I don’t know, can you?)
We don’t advertise, we advise. (Well I advise that you advertise your non-advertisement)
Hot wild nights of pleasure await you. (Hugh? Hugh is that you?)
You’ve been picked to fill out surveys for cash – month of February. (Oh, I’m good at that, aren’t I Marty?)
Those locker room stares will be for the right reason. (The simple fact that I’m in a locker room would be enough to stare.)
With no particular (No particular what? No particular reason to be in a locker room?)
Your neighbors lost their alarm clock. (Oh, they lost their alarm clock for no particular reason. That’s what you were trying to say.)
Talk to me now! (I didn’t do it. An insane dog enters my yard and digs those holes.)
Also, Jason Evans is having another short fiction contest, this one is called "Whispers". Head on over to his blog and have a go at it.
ErectileOrganGrandAhmed (Supercalifragulisticexpealidocious)
Can I get out of debt? (I don’t know, can you?)
We don’t advertise, we advise. (Well I advise that you advertise your non-advertisement)
Hot wild nights of pleasure await you. (Hugh? Hugh is that you?)
You’ve been picked to fill out surveys for cash – month of February. (Oh, I’m good at that, aren’t I Marty?)
Those locker room stares will be for the right reason. (The simple fact that I’m in a locker room would be enough to stare.)
With no particular (No particular what? No particular reason to be in a locker room?)
Your neighbors lost their alarm clock. (Oh, they lost their alarm clock for no particular reason. That’s what you were trying to say.)
Talk to me now! (I didn’t do it. An insane dog enters my yard and digs those holes.)
Also, Jason Evans is having another short fiction contest, this one is called "Whispers". Head on over to his blog and have a go at it.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Smart and Sexy
This contest ends Monday, April 2, at 9:00p.m. central time
Since we know I am fascinated by anything Shalvis, it is no surprise that I chose to replace today’s spam with a posting by none other than the author herself. Yes folks, today’s guest blogger is Jill Shalvis – everyone give a round of applause. And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t mention the lack of spam. Right?
Sometimes a story idea comes to me like a gift, all wrapped up in a nice little package with a pretty bow. And sometimes I have to pull it out of a hat without the benefit of magic, and usually without the benefit of Novocain. SMART AND SEXY was a gift book. It came to me complete with full characters and a plot that practically wrote itself. From the first scene of Bailey sneaking on board Noah’s private plane and then forcing him to fly her where she needed to go in order to save her life, I knew the truth. This book was going to be a blast to write. No pulling out fingernails to get my pages done. No bribing myself with cookies to sit in the chair and write.
Well, I still ate cookies.
But my point is that this book flew out of me. Noah, so put together on the outside. Great career, hot looks, amazing friends. And yet so tortured on the inside, because of an accident he couldn’t get out of his head.
Bailey. So screwed up on the outside. Bad guys after her. No home, no money, thanks to her thieving dead husband. And yet, so capable on the inside. Capable enough to bring a good man to his knees in the face of love. Who’d have thought it?
Anyway, I have excerpts and more on my website. Stop by and say hi at my blog, would love to have you. Hope you enjoy the book!
Thanks Jill! Okay, there's also a little something extra today: A Contest!!! I have a brand-spanking new copy of Smart and Sexy that I pre-ordered before I won the ARC, so I'm giving it away. What do you do? Just tell me who you think is smart and sexy - they can be read, fictional, etc. If you've already read the book, just say so and answer me anyway. Because the blog is late, you have until 9:00 p.m. central time on Monday, April 2.
Since we know I am fascinated by anything Shalvis, it is no surprise that I chose to replace today’s spam with a posting by none other than the author herself. Yes folks, today’s guest blogger is Jill Shalvis – everyone give a round of applause. And if you know what’s good for you, you won’t mention the lack of spam. Right?
Sometimes a story idea comes to me like a gift, all wrapped up in a nice little package with a pretty bow. And sometimes I have to pull it out of a hat without the benefit of magic, and usually without the benefit of Novocain. SMART AND SEXY was a gift book. It came to me complete with full characters and a plot that practically wrote itself. From the first scene of Bailey sneaking on board Noah’s private plane and then forcing him to fly her where she needed to go in order to save her life, I knew the truth. This book was going to be a blast to write. No pulling out fingernails to get my pages done. No bribing myself with cookies to sit in the chair and write.
Well, I still ate cookies.
But my point is that this book flew out of me. Noah, so put together on the outside. Great career, hot looks, amazing friends. And yet so tortured on the inside, because of an accident he couldn’t get out of his head.
Bailey. So screwed up on the outside. Bad guys after her. No home, no money, thanks to her thieving dead husband. And yet, so capable on the inside. Capable enough to bring a good man to his knees in the face of love. Who’d have thought it?
Anyway, I have excerpts and more on my website. Stop by and say hi at my blog, would love to have you. Hope you enjoy the book!
Thanks Jill! Okay, there's also a little something extra today: A Contest!!! I have a brand-spanking new copy of Smart and Sexy that I pre-ordered before I won the ARC, so I'm giving it away. What do you do? Just tell me who you think is smart and sexy - they can be read, fictional, etc. If you've already read the book, just say so and answer me anyway. Because the blog is late, you have until 9:00 p.m. central time on Monday, April 2.
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