L’shana Tovah!

(In keeping with my earlier posts about the Jewish New Year, and seeing as how it’s nearly sundown and time for the holiday to begin, for those who celebrate)

(And I’m jealous because I can’t have honey OR apples on this stupid diet . . . even if I were allowed to celebrate, which I’m not officially. *grin* Long day. We ran by the church I used to go to and dropped off a bunch of the “really too good to give away” plus-sized work-ready dresses and suits for their garage sale that’s going on all weekend in the chapel, which is the only nice thing that we really did all day. Other than that, we thought I lost my Visa check card and panicked, running back and retracing our steps through several stores, but found it *whew*, and Mama insisted all day she was having a gallbladder attack and wouldn’t go to the doctor *sigh*, and other frustrating things went on. I also decided I shouldn’t spend money going to FenCon. So this weekend is for contemplation and typing of words into the new novel. Oh, and figuring out what the “bad” pattern, if any, might be in my work that has turned off the kickass agents.)

Keith Olbermann’s on. See-ya. . . .

[EDIT: According to the Islamic Society of North America, the first day of fasting for Ramadan 2006 is expected to be September 23rd. As I suspected, we’ve got MAJOR RELIGIOUS POWER going on in a bunch of faiths this weekend! Oh, and there’s even SF/Fantasy faith power, as FenCon is going on here in Dallas. ;^)]

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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