About that Hillerman Prize Mystery Novel Contest

Here’s the final word–200 people managed to hear about that contest I was hoping to win, and sent in their stuff. *aarghh* Competition! I kept it as quiet as possible, too! And I think the book is good; I had Dennis write all the really tough scenes and just redid them so they’d sound like me, so there shouldn’t be any slowdown in the action scenes. *grin*

They say they’re gonna announce at their banquet. I guess they’ll probably call or write to their winner sometime in late October so he/she can plan to attend the presentation. Wouldn’t you think? I’ll try not to think about it.

Hubby is now telling me how TOUGH it is going to be for him to avoid problems at work because of taking that time off Friday. He’s got to haul me to physical therapy tomorrow from 8 to 11 and then again on Thursday, and then he’ll be taking a vacation day Friday. I’m still asking him to take Friday off, though. Haven’t heard from anyone who wants to attend in my place, which doesn’t surprise me.

My doctor was pleased this morning, though. Knee looked all right to him. My A1C was 5 (normal for non-diabetics is 7!) and my cholesterol was um, not as bad as before. He’s putting me on a “natural” statin pill made out of rice. Have to go find that stuff. The arnica that we got at the natural store was fantastic for knee/muscle aches.

My A1c under 7! Wow.

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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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