Oh, happiness.
Am deliriously happy. Does anyone remember I'd written an original story about mexican mafia, politician gore and whatnot? And that I'd sent it to a short story contest for a radio station? Well guess what:
I WAS SECOND PLACE!!
It was euphoric to hear my name being said on the radio, and actually hearing praise about my story; and then I yelled and hugged my mom, hugged my little cousin (which mind you, was quite confused) and jumped around telling the news to my grandparents and my dad. The prize is 20 or something supposedly good books (since we got the 2nd largest book fair in latin america going on here right now) and the story will be turned into a radio script. The first place got a few days for free in a fancy hotel in puerto vallarta, but oh well, I'm happy enough as it is; and maybe, just maybe I'll have to go to the radio station and talk live about the story (talk about scary).
Would anyone like me to translate the story?
I WAS SECOND PLACE!!
It was euphoric to hear my name being said on the radio, and actually hearing praise about my story; and then I yelled and hugged my mom, hugged my little cousin (which mind you, was quite confused) and jumped around telling the news to my grandparents and my dad. The prize is 20 or something supposedly good books (since we got the 2nd largest book fair in latin america going on here right now) and the story will be turned into a radio script. The first place got a few days for free in a fancy hotel in puerto vallarta, but oh well, I'm happy enough as it is; and maybe, just maybe I'll have to go to the radio station and talk live about the story (talk about scary).
Would anyone like me to translate the story?