erika, holy shit.

Did I mention, BTW, that the winner of that contest we're going to enter "AMC" in come October gets a $10K book advance, and a book deal?

Another one, with a Jay Landsman homage in it:
Being "Beyond Bitch" had not been protection enough for April Riley. Whatever Jessica had thought of her, in the end she had tried to save her life.
"Well," Brian said. "That blows my suicide theory all to hell then." Petrosky and his sense of humor.

"Suicide?" the uniform, still wet behind the ears and academy serious said, "How do you figure?"

"Banging her head against a wall. Every year 24 Americans beat their own brains out. Don't you know anything?"

"I guess not, sir."The youngster shifted from foot to foot and looked uncomfortable. Probably wished he was writing traffic tickets...Phoenix has the highest per capita red light runners in the nation; we're very proud.

Wow...ten thousand green dollars?! I knew about the publication, which, major prize in itself, but not the flow.

Yup. Ten grand. See why I want it to win? Besides, yours comes with a built-in promise of a quote from me (heheheheheh).

Petroskey!

Deb, the Bucks County Library now owns Famous Flower -- I requested that they buy it, and they called today to say it's in. Wheee!

They already own Weaver, and I am fully prepared to request that they buy Matty, too.

That was a homage to the great Jay Landsman, made famous in "A Year on The Killing Streets" for asking a timid rookie if he had found a dead old lady's pogo stick yet.

erika, I vaguely remember that - I need to reread.

Amy, WOOT!

It's sick, but cracked my shit up.

I haven't been writing much but Discovery inspired me. There have been a lot of discoveries for me recently, but this was one of the more interesting ones.

I’m sitting on the couch in my apartment. Last time I was here it was all a chaotic mess: a tangle of clothes and books and trash and unopened mail obscured the floor. Emotions and thoughts careened, twisted, spilled out all over me.

Now there is stillness and the room feels hollow. There’s something I can’t place and the thought rattles around in my head like dice in a cup.

The thought. One thought.

There’s one thought in my head.

Which means my meds must be working. I must be closer to “normal”.

Dear God this is boring.

askye, that's marvelous.