So, this happened. Second place in the manuscript competition!
What a weekend. As someone said during the Mayborn, "it's like a spa for writers." While I didn't get a massage or a pedicure, I was totally immersed in passion, knowledge, and story. There were so many kick-ass writers there that it was almost overwhelming. Among them were a few people who helped me on my writing journey. I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz--and you were there, and you, and even you!. There was Patsy Sims, the director at Goucher. I remember getting the call from her that I'd been accepted into the program. I was a little thrilled. Tom French was there. He was my mentor when I traveled to death row and met Khristian Oliver. Margaret Luevano was also there. She was a classmate at Goucher and the day after the execution, I drove back to Austin and she met with me at a little outdoor cafe where I proceeded to cry and make everyone around us probably very uncomfortable.
So, in addition to all that, I got a wee little excerpt from "Death Becomes Us" published today. You can read it
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And there was something else, but I can't really talk about it yet. So, now I'm done tooting my own horn. Life will proceed as usual.