The silver medal, free food, and Nick Mamatas’ head
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1. Thank you to all who read and voted in the Fantasy Magazine Micro-Fiction contest. My short piece, “The Ghost of Henry’s Past” won second place. There’s going to be a podcast of it sometime in the future, courtsey of PodCastle. Nice!
2. I have succumbed to being 36, constantly broke, and needing to geek the fuck out on new things by starting a garden on my patio. I now have 2 coffee cans and a long box filled with 2 breeds of lavender, basil, oregano, and mint, as well as one small cherry tomato plant (already fruiting). I have dill and garlic coming up from seed/clove, bell pepper seeds drying for cultivating, and two mega tomato plants coming in mail (gift from my dad, who wants to be kept in tomatoes).
I also started a freaking compost pile. I made a bin from an old, clean kitty litter container. Compost! But I am seriously super excited about the chemistry of it all, so I feel less like a weirdo, although I’ve been reading way too many articles about Freegans to count my weirdo-ness completely out.
3. Drunk text of the month: from my pal, Maggie, who informed me that she and Chris R. were discussing the size of my boobs in the company of Nick Mamatas, and decided that they were approximately the same size as his head. I found this text as awesome as I did alarming.