Remember way back when Val announced that she had
sent off seven submissions? The results are still out on two of them. But five have reached fruition. Out of those five, Val has garnered an honorable mention, a first place, and ANOTHER FIRST PLACE!
Yes, I just found out about my latest
bragworthy accomplishment success on Monday. You don't know how hard it's been to keep this tucked up under my hat until today. Here's
verification, lest you suspect Val of stretching the truth, gilding the lily, falsifying the manifest. It's right there at the current end of the winners' list, last column, last contest. This submission was for the Saturday Writers theme of "Air." My piece was called, "Let the Breather Beware." Uh huh. You might guess the subject of my entry. It starts with an 'H' and ends with 'ick.' It will be published in the Saturday Writers anthology for 2015, which will come out in November or December.
Don't worry. I have not entered this month's contest. So you don't even have to think of me crowing about anything at the end of August.
Could this be The Summer of VAL? So far, three places out of five submissions. That's not too shabby. If I was a baseball player, I'd be batting .600! Cheer for me as I run out onto the field in my 100% cotton uniform. I hope you can all make it to my next home game, on Fitted Hat Day. If nobody calls in a fake bomb threat, that is! I couldn't be happier if I had a special desk at work where I could take a nap all day, complete with shelves under it for an alarm clock, coffee cup, magazine, and Snickers bar!
Yes, The Summer of VAL. I am going to be extra careful around steps and invitations.
You're on a roll. Keep it going. Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Hopefully, it's not all downhill from here!
DeleteCatalyst,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your congratulations, but I cannot publish your comment because it is too revealing! Even more so than your state-entering shorts!
As we all learned in A League of Their Own, "A lady reveals nothing." Val is no lady, but she is not about flashing her true identity all willy-nilly over the internets until her official retirement begins. Which is AT THE END OF THIS SCHOOL YEAR! (Sioux likes it when I talk about that.)
Yes, my mom and Hick get credit for my name. I did not name myself, after all. Well...except for the VAL part.
I ran out of Seinfeld references at about 14, so
ReplyDeleteCONGRATULATIONS!!
and a well earned
WHOOP-TEE-DOO!!
You are a good counter, even if you ran out of fingers! You DID run out of fingers, didn't you? Not that there's anything wrong with that. I'm not an anti-fourteen-finger-ite.
DeleteThanks for the WHOOP-TEE-DOO. I included my proof just for you. To show that I'm not a cheater! You won't catch ME trying to cheat a Bubble Boy out of a Trivial Pursuit win, even if he is kind of unpleasant, just because the answer card was printed as MOOPS.
There you go! Now you know what I mean by, "Woman, you can write!' Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! It takes one to know one.
DeleteVal--Congratulations. More and more people are finding out what we have known for quite a while: you are a gifted writer. You can make us pee in our pants with laughter, your references range from the scientific to Seinfeld... and yet at other times you make us ponder or sniffle a little during a poignant moment.
ReplyDeleteThose first place wins... better than enveloping yourself in velvet. Those awards prove you are award-worthy. Being published... better than being able to strut around in the Joseph-and-the-Amazing-Technicolor-Dreamcoat coat.
Congrats again. It is all well-deserved
Thanks. Maybe I should invest in some DEPENDS stock.
DeleteIt's so hard to decide each day whether to drape myself in velvet, don the JATATDC with a hat I found blowing down the street, or go with the puffy coat made of Gore-Tex, the pink-striped inside-out suede jacket when it rains, the Friar's Club jacket, the 8 Ball jacket, the man fur, or simply walk around with my bra as a top.
OR the puffy shirt...
ReplyDeleteOH! Or cabana clothes, a beltless raincoat, Golden Boy the t-shirt, a stained shirt, a borrowed sweater my head stretched out, or A CASHMERE SWEATER WITH A RED DOT!
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