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And, without further ado, the award goes to....

I meant to post this last week, but life (a.k.a.--work, stress, drama, etc) got in the way...

I was invited to participate in a bi-weekly blog event, "Thursday Short Story Slam", hosted by Bluebell Books, here. It's a neat, little challenge that doesn't tax the energies too badly since it isn't like the month-long "write everyday or you fail" kind of blog challenges I've participated in before.

The premise is simple. They provide a photo prompt, every other Thursday, and you provide the short story or poem--- that's it.

It's exciting to see what 100+ people can do with a picture....

This past Thursday, I participated twice-- one poem, here, on my regular blog and one story, here, on my experimental blog that I started recently on a whim (where these whims come from, I'll never know).

Whims are funny things, they spring up at the strangest times and in the strangest ways...and sometimes they pay off in the strangest forms.

My little story, surprisingly won me last week's author tribute! Apparently, Humphrey's Typewriter, here, intrigued someone out there :-)

So, I offer a big Thank You! to Bluebell Books for hosting Thursday Short Story Slam... and an even bigger Thank You! for selecting my little story as last Thursday's tribute piece!
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  1. UnknownJuly 4, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    Congratulations and Happy 4th of July!!

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  2. e.a.s. demersJuly 4, 2011 at 6:54 PM

    Thanks! Happy 4th to you as well... :-)

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  3. AnonymousJuly 5, 2011 at 9:57 AM

    Congrats on the award -- strong voice in that piece; nicely done.

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  4. TrishaJuly 7, 2011 at 6:02 AM

    Congratulations on the selection! Very cool!

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