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I won a book!

In Awesomeness, The Writing Life on January 25, 2012 at 5:10 pm

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I arrived home from school Monday tired after a thirteen hour day. I left for work at the writing center at 8:30 a.m. and arrived back home after 9:30 p.m. I was worn out and grumpy. Then, when I checked my mail, I noticed a key in my box. The key was to a row of lockers to the side of the mailboxes that hold larger packages.

Finally! Something to be excited about.

I tore open the package on the way up in the elevator and discovered Erin Morgenstern’s
The Night Circus. The book included a personalized note, some confetti shaped like top hats and bows, a book mark, and a calling card. The book was signed and included a personalized doodle.

I won the book in Kyle Cassidy’s Night Circus Contest (under the name Howlokitty); I had to write flash fiction revolving around Cassidy’s cat Roswell and a night circus. It’s hard to describe the feeling an author experiences when someone validates their work. It did a lot for me and my confidence. I’ve been racking up more than a few rejections lately.

So far, I’ve found the book delightful. This is the type of book that makes me jealous that I didn’t write it first. I hope to have a review up soon. It definitely won’t be an objective review. I feel the kind of pride I felt when I received my first check for a published news story. This book will forever be linked in my mind with the moment that I opened my mailbox and found a key inside.

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The BIRDS!

In New Orleans, The Writing Life on January 14, 2012 at 11:48 pm

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I was at the neighborhood coffee shop, enjoying the almost fall-like January NOLA weather, when a blood-thirsty chubby dandy of a bird hopped onto the table inches from my hand. It stared at me with its cold, calculating warm and friendly eyes. Soon, a flock of these critters had surrounded me. I was going to take a picture, but I was afraid for my life they flew away.

Even when I try to be an hermit, trouble finds me.