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“May 16, 2017 – The Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA) today announced the finalists of the second annual Star Award, given to authors of published women’s fiction. Six finalists were chosen in two categories, General and Outstanding Debut. The winners of the Star Award will be announced at the WFWA Retreat in Albuquerque, New Mexico on September 23, 2017.” In the general category, WWK’s Carla Damron was one of three finalist for her novel, The Stone Necklace. Go to Carladamron.com for more information. Congratulations, Carla!

Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:

Warren Bull's new Lincoln mystery, Abraham Lincoln In Court & Campaign has been released. Look for the Kindle version on February 3.

Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.

In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Sight Unseen" in Fish Out of Water, Guppie (SinC) anthology, just released, and "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017.

Margaret S. Hamilton's short story, "Once a Kappa" was published as a finalist in the Southern Writer's Magazine annual short story contest issue. Mysterical-E published her "Double Crust Corpse" in the Fall 2016 issue. "Baby Killer" will appear in the 2017 solar eclipse anthology Day of the Dark to be published this summer prior to the eclipse in August.

James M. Jackson's 4th book in the Seamus McCree series, Doubtful Relations, is now available. His novella "Low Tide at Tybee" appears February 7 as part of Lowcountry Crimes: Four Novellas, which is available for order.
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Saturday, May 16, 2015

I’ve Got A yellow Streak a Mile Wide…

“…the Excuse I Dont Have Enough Time Is The Cowards Way Out
  —Geoff Thompson

I may be wrong, but I suspect your problem is that you have a life. Do away with that. Like, adios to yoga and the gym, plus stop jogging, and Pinteresting, sky-diving, stamp-collecting and so on.
—Calling Bullshit on a writers Top 10 excuses for Not Writing
Peter Mountford

You just need to set aside time every dayeight to twelve, twelve to four, whateverand write. Youd make more progress that way.
—My wife

My dear Messrs. Thompson and Montford, and my dear, dear wife, allow me to tell you about the time I set aside yesterday to write. The previous afternoon I picked my daughter up from school, one which requires uniforms. She plopped into the seat and groanedshes a rather dramatic 14-year old. Dont know where she gets it—“I really dont want to dress up for dress-up day tomorrow.” 
I replied, Look at it this way, Nik, dress up one more time, and you never have to do it again.She graduates from middle school in two weeks. Discussion over and forgotten.

This morning I popped the tab on an ice cold Diet Coke, cracked my knuckles, and placed my fingertips on the keyboard. Off to the races!

 At 8:36 I received a phone call from the school. Nikki decided not to dress up after all and the principal told her to call me to bring her the proper uniform shirt. I did. She's sorry. 

Its exam week, so I told her Id be back to pick her up at noon. She said, No, twelve oclock.Damn, that private school education is paying off. 

I return home and find the clothes I dried for an hour and forty minutes are indeed not dry. So I mash the buttons, as we do here in the South, again.

Before returning to the computer, I decided to go outside and link up Sparky, our sweet beagle mix rescue, to his lead since this morning I just let him out the door. I noticed his water bucket was filled with pollen and junk from the wind and rain we had last night. I dumped it and turned to head toward the hose. 

I discovered as I'm falling face first into my rather large brick fire pit that Sparky has wrapped his lead around my right ankle and was pulling in the direction opposite the one in which I was walking. Hes yelping, Im hopping on the free foot cussing up a storm, and still, the bricks are getting closer.
To avoid injuring my handsome face, I twisted and landed ass-and-elbows first in the fire pit, which, of course, is filled with ashy mud and rainwater. I stayed there about five minutes scratched up and wet, assessing what, if anything, was broken, and trying to determine ways to kill first the dog and then my daughter without having to serve prison time. Discovering no recourse, I got up, walked to the spigot to fill his bucket and found the first thing Sparky did this morning when I let him out was go to the part of the yard where he does not live and take a giant crap.

As noonor twelve oclock, as the case may bearrives, I picked up my dear daughter who plopped down into the passengers seat, placed her hand on her forehead and said, Oh. My. God. Ive had, like, the most terrible morning.

I left the school parking lot looking for a telephone pole to ram into to take us both out and realize the day is only half over!


Does this sound familiar, my writer friends?

7 comments:

James Montgomery Jackson said...

If we really understood what having children meant, most rational adults would choose instead to adopt someone else’s – once they reached about twenty-three or so. :)

~ Jim

Warren Bull said...

Another typical day in the life of a writer.

E. B. Davis said...

I'll never forget the day my son and I were wrestling (he was about 4 years old), and he accidentally punched me in the face. I got ice cubes and wrapped them in a towel to avoid facial swelling. As a multitasking mom, I held my teething daughter with one hand, the towel in the other, and sat down. My daughter realized what was in the towel and begged for an ice cube to numb her sore gums. Yes, she choked on it and threw up all over me. It was my children's day of infamy.

Then there was the day my daughter used me as a trampoline. I was laying on the floor of our family room (for some reason I forget). She jumped off the sofa and onto my back. Back spasms for a week.

Another day my son put a stink bomb under my chair....

Or how about the time, as high school team mom, I packed the entire teams' dinner in coolers for an away game to be opened hours later, and the stupid coach immediately unpacked what I had spent hours packing. I think the kids lost that day since they ate an entire meal before the game.

Or the time one of my adorable brownie girls scouts (I hate GS, but volunteered for my daughter) kicked me in the leg for no apparent reason.

I'll stop here because I'm wondering what grandchildren will bring.

Gloria Alden said...

Your story is so funny, Sam. It had me laughing. loved it.

Since I had four kids in less than five years, my stories could fill a book. Most of the accidents are what happened to my active little ones, however I did develop a bad back from hauling kids on my hip. Because of this, a man who worked with my husband said he was able to manipulate the back and cure the problem. So he came to the house and had me get on the pool table in the rec room so he could work on my back. I don't remember if it worked or not, but I do remember one of my kids telling people some man they didn't know had their mother on the pool table. Did I mention my husband worked two jobs so I took the four little rug rats with me grocery shopping and almost anywhere else I had to go. I also was a den mother for Cub Scouts for 3 years and a Girl Scout leader for 10 years and taught CCD at my church for 5 years.

Okay, the kids are grown now and I live alone except for assorted critters, however, the interruptions of my writing time happen daily. If it's not my dog or two cats wanting attention, it's a family member or friend on the phone.

KM Rockwood said...

Yes, just set aside some time for writing. And watch it disappear.

Kara Cerise said...

I'm absolutely convinced there's a conspiracy afoot to keep writers from actually writing!

Shari Randall said...

I had planned to write all Thursday afternoon, but when I went to the doctor they were having a code white active shooter drill and I got to spend lots of time in an office with five strangers, one of whom was claustrophobic. Maybe there's a story in there somewhere….
Writing time - pouf!