awards

Whee, I've won some more awards. These ones were from the Fractured Fairytale awards. The Box of Crayons series won for best series and if you haven't read what Chris and I have for that, head on over with a box of tissues (no plaque for this one. They had the wrong names on it).

Interlude of Fireworks - Twister won for best humor. Who knew that little one-off I did in an hour would be so popular. That's the one set in Italy with the gang playing Twister.

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The Games of Childhood won for the best child-centered one in that age bracket (I forget what that is) This is the Steven/Holtz learning how to track story. ( Read more... )

And Hyperion's Son won best wip. We all know this one, the heroin-addicted Connor future fic. As I was saying on one of my lists, I think I'll have to retire this one. It's 300 pages long right now and it's got a ways to go. I wouldnt' feel right entering it any more unless in a category meant for novel-length stories. ( Read more... )

Aren't they lovely? The smirk on ANgel's face on the childhood award is killing me.

And in the last few days I cleaned up two very short stories,

Mourning Grey which is Angel pov soon after Not Fade Away and More Fun than a Rubber Duck the Willow/Spike/Angel in a tub fic.

On a different note, I can not shake this queasiness. It's beginning to annoy me. Ditto with insanely dry skin on my hands (something that's never really happened before to THIS extent even with the powdered, latex gloves) Ever skin line on my fingers are cracked open and bleeding making typing a joy.

Le Sigh

If you take BtVS's Pre-Out-of-the-Closet Larry and made him trailer park you'd get Keith G. Why am I mentioning this boy who tormented me all thru H.S.? You have to hear about my morning.

First my mom comes into my room THREE times while getting ready for work (Mom just get our stuff out of the closet the night before!) and finally she leaves for work. Next thing I know she's back in my room. Mom didn't you leave? "I'm an idiot" says she (no argument at this point Mom) "I have on the wrong pants and I'm going out with the girls tonight so I had to come back from work to get the right pants." Mom's blond in case anyone's wondering.

So Blondie leaves and I drift back off then the door bell rings. Figuring it's my brother I drag out of bed and go, hair and teeth not brushed and it's two men in a truck with guns. THe man's eyes light up at the hideous sight of me in a nightgown and he thrusts out his hand. "Dana! It's Keith G. Man is it great to see you." (really? Since when?) "Damn you were always such a brain, how are you doing now? Got kids?" I explain no and that I left my medical practice to go teach. He raves on about my intelligent for a little while longer then tells me he wants to go hunting on our property, that my parents let him. Sure, go ahead. HUnt away. He shakes my hand like three more times then goes back to truck telling tales of my intellectual prowness to the other guy in the truck.

Talk about surreal...

Sob

As evil_little_dog  will tell you I live and breathe Law and Order. Lennie Brisco was my favorite and I was upset enough when he left to do the new L&O spinoff. I was saddened by Jerry Orbach's death today. For more head here. I just hope they do run the spin off.