Writing
Ok, You Are What You Eat is safely out of my hands so I can tweak it no more, and it will be critiqued on Wednesday. Sure, I would like people to like it, but for me, the experience of having written it is lesson enough. It is the first thing I have written from scratch attempting to take into account what I am learning here, and that in and of itself is valuable. If people think it has some value and can be fixed into something other people might want to read, so much the better. Although it does not fall into any easily recognizeable category, as it turned into pretty much a real-world story with one paranormal element. It is not weird, sick, or scary in the way that could fall into anything remotely like horror. No traditional fantasy elements and definitely no science. Oh well, it's . . . different?
I was thinking about Mythcon in August for which I am supposed to be organizing a group reading, and I suddenly realized that I am an award-winning poet. At Mythcon two years ago, I received the (dubious) honor of having written the best Neil Gaiman-themed clerihew. His Neilness was in attendance, and I am certain it was one of the high points of his career. I even got a certificate.
I was thinking about Mythcon in August for which I am supposed to be organizing a group reading, and I suddenly realized that I am an award-winning poet. At Mythcon two years ago, I received the (dubious) honor of having written the best Neil Gaiman-themed clerihew. His Neilness was in attendance, and I am certain it was one of the high points of his career. I even got a certificate.