lib, if you can pay off the bill in full when it comes in, it doesn't count as debt.
Congrats!
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lib, if you can pay off the bill in full when it comes in, it doesn't count as debt.
Congrats!
Whoot for debt-free-ness!
Unless, of course, the contest results are revealing a flaw in my writing that somehow isn't revealed in ordinary critiquing.
A little later but....
Susan, I think I'd give most of the contests a pass. I can't speak with any authority on romance writing contests specifically, but I've gotten the impression over the years that the majority of writing contests tend to reward safe, normal, middle of the road entires. Not the interesting kind of writing that makes for good actual published books.
Skippity skip skip skipping to say:
Daniel and I just got back from the Russel Stover Outlet Store, where they were having a sale on Sugar Free and Low Carb candies.
Two cases of SF Pecan Delight Eggs: $4.
Two cases of LC Chocolate Fudge Sauce: $6.
One case of LC French Mint Medallions: $3.
One case of LC Toffee Squares: $3.
One case of LC Peanut Butter Cups: $2.50.
Best tasting remedy for constipation, ever: Priceless.
Sugar Free and Low Carb candies.
I read that as candles. Imagine my confusion.
Hey back, libkitty! And YAY! congratuations. It's a good feeling, huh?
You can eat candy for constipation? Instead of bran and veggies? Okay, that's weird.
You can eat candy for constipation? Instead of bran and veggies? Okay, that's weird.
Candy that has sugar alcohols instead of sugar can only be eaten in moderation. If sensitive people eat too much of it, their digestive tract basically decides it's had ex-lax. The less sensitive to the effect you are, the more you can eat, but suddenly you're like the people in the commercials for Imodium AD.
Same with low-carb ice cream.
When I'm really following the eating plan that really, really works for me, I sometimes find the sugar alcohols in SF candy to be, um, therapeutic.
Hee. There's a profile where the person's filled out her thoughts on various subjects. They include:
Children: I like them, but I cannot eat a whole one. They are never the same when you defrost.
Commitment: Some days I wake up all keen and committed to save a starving child in Africa, organise Middle Eastern peace and make it rain for our farmers. It should be easier now I am devoid of having to catch Saddam too.
Intimacy: I once watched 2 racoons root. It was a long time ago. I still get concerned now and then if I am a perv because of this one incident.
Travel: I want to meet the man in the moon. I think its a woman. I want proof.
Religion: I want a boppy Jesus with swivel hips for my rear vision mirror. As soon as Audi swap Elvis for Rocking Jesus I will too.
Only problem is, in her picture she looks like she's about six, and that's more of a long game than I'm willing to play.
And I was sorely tempted to reply, "Well, you could have started by not divorcing me."I'm so sorry. It's not childish at all to not send anything. You really don't owe him anything. Now it is about taking care of yourself.
Say hi to the burrowing owls. Oh, and the Californian condors. And the Pere David's deer. And the birds, pretty much all of them. And if any other animals look like they're missing me, say hi to them too.I did! They have lots of new babies there. I missed a lot of the birds though and I couldn't find the R2D2-sounding one sadly. The black-footed ferret was hiding too well however. There was a sleepy bighorn sheep that was adorable. And a skunk thiefed his through the condor's enclosure.
The only thing that marred my adoration of the diversity of life was coming home to thousands of ants swarming a corner of the kitchen where the cats' food was. I made my own little Auschwitz for them.