Mayborn Conference

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 here.  

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.