What a crazy week! Last week, a t-shirt company I'd sent some slogans off the cuff for sent an email telling me I had been chosen as one of their top 50 in their contest. When I sent in the slogans, there was no mention of a contest, lol. Anywho, in my spam filter was an email saying in case I didn't get the first message (?) I was now in the running and I'd better hustle up some votes. So I did. A lot of them. Never underestimate the power of MySpace and a writer's board.
In their newsletter today, I discovered I was the winner of this week (yay!) and will move onto the finals. My great friend, Suzan Weiner, is also a finalist so please vote for her this week!
I'll keep you posted!
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Motherhood isn't for sissies---
Raising five wee daughters on the tippy top of a mountain in Virginia with my husband, I'm an Oregon transplant just trying to make it back home.
Writer, ghost hunter and the best little granola chef in the whole wide world, I'm trying to write the Great American Novel between Brownie permission slips and grocery lists. I once gave a cashier half a scene when I handed her a coupon. It was a toss-up which I needed more - coffee or if Esme would make it out alive. Coffee won.
Writer, ghost hunter and the best little granola chef in the whole wide world, I'm trying to write the Great American Novel between Brownie permission slips and grocery lists. I once gave a cashier half a scene when I handed her a coupon. It was a toss-up which I needed more - coffee or if Esme would make it out alive. Coffee won.
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