Amazon's Contest, Authonomy, and the Fish Story

Yesterday morning I got my entry up on Amazon's novel contest. Not only did one need the actual book but a pitch, photo, anecdote (mine was pretty anemic) and all that jazz. It was like---work. https://www.createspace.com/abna

I put another book up on Authonomy, but haven't had a chance to participate in the web site. You read my book, I'll read yours, we'll blurb each other and may the best writer win. We'll see.

Finished the robot fish story. Love that fish. It's it crazy how one comes to love one's little characters, even a robot fish. He seems very real to me.

Now it's back to the novel. Poor old Maxine. She hasn't been given her due lately. It's always hard to get back once you leave a manuscript. Speaking of leaving, we taking a few days of R and R in Washington DC. So far no dinner invitation from the Obama's. Hell, I would even make my to die for pork shoulder tacos.

Yesterday I made cookies, and they're incredibly tasty and not too sweet. Recipes have lately become over-laden with sugar and even the cranberry sauce recipe changed the sugar recommendation from one cup (already on the sweetish side) to 1 1/2 cups. Yucko. I bet the grocery stores who are labelling "healthy foods" will not skip the sweet stuff. Overdosing on sugar is not healthy. The low-fat freaks took out the fat and added sugar and salt. What sense does that make?

I lost my favorite glove at Walmart this morning. Already lost a nice red leather pair this winter, and my good fleece baseball cap. So far it's a bad winter for losing clothing. My warm up jacket is also among the missing. Where does all this stuff go?

Up to the kitchen to make some low-cal rice pudding. What could be better on a snowy winter day? High-cal rice pudding, that's what.

Yeah, it's snowing. Again. We put more suet out for the birdies. Writing group cancelled last night. About 13 people, now and we still have to cancel all the time. Major bummer. All this stuff about hardy New Englanders is bull. Other myths: up North they really know how to drive in bad weather, and up North they keep the roads plowed. I am here to witness that neither is true. Sometime I will make a list of lies. Around here at least, the ground hog saw his shadow and I never remember a spring coming in March no matter what. Yet another lie.

Bah humbug.

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