CONTESTS! For those interested parties

Someone just called this site to my attention. This kind lady keeps a chart of all sorts of contests that you can enter with your writing!

It can’t hurt to take a look. Most contests predicate your eligibility upon whether you’ve been paid for your work by a publication with a circulation of more than 5,000, or something like that, or whether you’ve been published in book-length fiction, or whatnot. You might be surprised at what you’re eligible to enter.

What the heck! You might as well look.

http://www.stephiesmith.com/contests.html

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On Facebook, one of my high school classmates posted a copy of our old senior class group photo. This wouldn’t be so surprising had the Plano Senior High Class of 1977 not numbered around 1500. The photo is about a yard long! But it got posted as a number of scans.

I was surprised at how many people’s faces were familiar, but I couldn’t put a last name–or sometimes even a first name–to them. I did tag my close friends who weren’t already tagged, my old boyfriends, my Secret Mad Crush (not very secret, actually–he knew perfectly well, and used to torment me by coming up behind me at the locker to hug me or send me a “secret smile” or shoot me the OK sign, just because he did enjoy getting the moony smile back!), and so forth. We were pretty cool-looking. No, REALLY.

Someone in the third row was caught blowing a bubble. She did that on purpose! I hope.

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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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