So I got my hiney handed to me over this one space verses two spaces poll  we ran last week. My DH argued in favor of one space; I am an ancient crone who cannot stop typing two. But one space clearly won the day 64% to 29%. The gloating I’ve had to listen to . . . oh, the gloating. Misery.
As a peace offering, he sent me the link to the 2009 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest  winners. Congratulations, Dave McKenzie, for submitting this gem of so-bad-it’s-good writing:
“Folks say that if you listen real close at the height of the full moon, when the wind is blowin‘ off Nantucket Sound from the nor’ east and the dogs are howlin‘ for no earthly reason, you can hear the awful screams of the crew of the “Ellie May,” a sturdy whaler Captained by John McTavish; for it was on just such a night when the rum was flowin‘ and, Davey Jones be damned, big John brought his men on deck for the first of several screaming contests.”
Though I am partial to this one from Glen Robins of Brighton, U.K.:
No man is an island, so they say, although the small crustaceans and the bird which sat impassively on Dirk Manhope’s chest as he floated lazily in the pool would probably disagree.If you’re still thinking about contests, Writer’s Digest still has a number of categories open in their highly-respected writing contests. And look for details on the Third Annual Writer Unboxed contest coming to you as soon as Therese and I can hash out the details.
Sad news. Frank McCourt has passed away :
Frank McCourt, the beloved raconteur and former public school teacher who enjoyed post-retirement fame as the author of “Angela’s Ashes,” the Pulitzer Prize-winning tale about his impoverished Irish childhood, died Sunday of cancer.
The Romance Writers of America held their annual conference this weekend .
The real pros are fluent in every genre. Paranormal romance — ghosts, vampires — is big, though the market might be reaching saturation. Jane Austen-era stuff always does well, though one industry expert confidently says, “I think Victorian is the next Regency,” which makes everyone in earshot go “Ooh.” The array of titles at a massive book signing reveals the wide gamut of what turns people on: “Lord of Bondage,” “My Sexy Greek Summer,” “Alien Overnight,” “Diving in Deep.” That last one is a gay, swimming-themed romance written by one straight woman for other straight women.
I wish journalists could write about romance without patronizing the genre. It’s irritating.
This is a little old, but still a useful list of Tweetable Authors . I’ll admit that Twitter is still hit or miss for me. Sometimes I’m in a Twittering mood, other times I forget to launch my TweetDeck for days on end. BUT I’ve finally loaded Twitter onto my iTouch, so now I can Twit away wherever I am. Are you a Twitter junkie yet?
‘Kay, peeps, stay tuned for more details on our contest. It’ll be sooner rather than later.
Stay cool and write on.
Image by ~ginnyhaha .