Time to send that in. . . .

It’s time for me to print and mail in that essay, “The Zap Palace,” to the Writers’ League contest. So if there’s ANYONE who might be willing to read and comment on it, now’s the time. It’s in this previous entry.


In other news . . . what IS this big deal that Chris Matthews and others are making over Hillary Clinton’s quip in yesterday’s Q&A TV session? Somebody asked her about “bad men,” and so of course she made that into a witticism before answering seriously. Even Pat Buchanan said that it was obviously just funny, that she got everyone in the room to laugh, and what did you want from her–they’d told her not to be so serious, and now she’s trying to. (And he doesn’t support her–he’s just a smart person who gets jokes.) It’s as if Henny Youngman got up there and said, “Take my wife–please!” And then a bunch of reporters ran up and yelled, “Mr. Youngman, that sounds serious. WHERE should we take your wife?” And he’d be sawing away on his violin, rolling his eyes. Please, Chris . . . you’re cute, but you are not the brightest crayon in the box. (Keith is.) (And Pat B. is, and Ron Reagan is. Ooo, that Ron Reagan . . . I don’t know why I like him SO much. I never like guys with short hair, as a rule . . . well, except him and Joe Scarborough. It’s odd that it doesn’t matter whether we agree on political stuff or not, I can still respect and like a broadcaster or pundit if they are fair and wise and rational. Imagine!)


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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