All last week I was visualizing my victory in The Smoking Poet's Third Annual Short Story Contest, but all my imagination could muster was a self-deprecating "I'm number two! I'm number two!" I love to make fun of myself, as I'm sure you've noticed . . . a few times. (The art over there is by Chihuly)
I won! I won! And--get this--I got the email as I was reading one of the stories at The Smoking Poet. That's what I call überspooky.
Pop by and read my story (if you love me). Everyone loves a winner, right?
Anyhooo, a big hug to Zinta Aistars and all the people at The Smoking Poet.
I must be off,