*cough* It’s smoke-filled air–all new, all crappy

Today there’s such a stink of fireplace/ashes in the air! Last night when the dog went out to potty he and I both started coughing because there was so much junk in the air. It’s because there are brush fires in West Texas and the wind is blowing hard from the west. Yesterday, they closed I-35 for a time through Oklahoma City because of the brush fire threatening it. Don’t let the green vegetation fool you: we’re still in extremely dry conditions. It’s unusual for the very air to stink of a house fire or bonfire when you pen the door, though. My mother is in the kitchen hooked up to her portable oxygen so she won’t start coughing. Ugh!

But while you can’t go outside, have a look at Victoria Strauss’s guest blog entry over here. She talks about scams in publishing and things to consider before signing up for an agent at the Witchy Chicks blog. (Two of my books are similar to the books these ladies write, but of course I don’t qualify to be in their group because I’m not–YOU know. Still, _Miranda’s Rights_ and the older _BY THE BOOK_ are both witchy-chicklit. That’s why I read their blog.)

It’s getting more expensive every day
to maintain these oldsters

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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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