Hi everyone –
This past week was interesting for me. On Monday I was finally able to share that Moonlight didn’t make the 4th round of the Writing with the Stars contest. I found out a couple of weeks ago, but we weren’t allowed to say anything until the next round of voting began.
I thought about not saying anything, but this blog is really a journey, and I’ve shared all my ups and downs with all of you along the way. In fact, I never would have made it through 3 rounds of the finals without all of your support and votes! 🙂
For a couple of days I felt like I let you down. This process of scrambling to get votes was draining, but it turned into such a team effort. I was touched by your support and encouragement. It was exciting to guest blog on other sites, get emails from people excited to read my book, and I loved the cool Vote for Moonlight buttons my Twitter friend, Jennifer, (aka @HappyTwilighter ) made for me!
I wanted to win a book contract, of course, but as the contest progressed I wanted to win so we could all share it. (I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that I’m a total sap before, right? LOL)
The good news is, even though Moonlight is out of the contest, there is a lot of buzz about the book, so hopefully it will be published soon… *fingers crossed* 🙂 Thanks again for voting!!! You Rock!!!
In the meantime, I’m writing Blood Moon and working on compiling the stories for the new anthology. It’s much more work than I realized, but I’m learning so that’s worth something, right?
This week I was going to share another short story that probably won’t make it into the Forgotten Treasures anthology, but with a fun topic like “It isn’t easy being green”, I couldn’t resist writing a new flash fiction… Murder in 250 words or less… But is it murder if you were never alive? Hmmm…
Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks again for helping Moonlight through the finals! 5th place in a national contest isn’t too shabby, right? J
Survival of the Fittest – By Lisa Kessler
“I got news for you, pal. It isn’t easy being green.” His tongue flicked out, snatching a gnat in flight.
“Oh please.” The bird perched on a branch dangling over the water. “At least you blend in.” His head swiveled, eyes shifting. “Cats are always out to get me.”
“But you can fly. Outer space shines in your eyes.” He blinked and puffed out his chest until a loud croak escaped his green mouth. “I live in pond scum.”
A sploosh, followed by a ripple on the water caught the frog’s attention.
“What was that?” The bird twitched, ready to fly.
The frog vanished into the murky water. He returned to the surface with a red and yellow mottled frog in his mouth. He dropped the frog on the ground. With a solemn croak he looked up at the bird. “He’s dead.”
The bird poked at the red and yellow body. “Are you sure he was ever alive?”
“What do you mean?” The frog blinked.
“He smells sort of fruity.” The bird pecked the tiny frog. “Tastes fruity too.”
The frog flicked his tongue out tentatively. The bird was right. The dead frog was tasty.
“I think he’s made of candy,” the bird chirped, pecking at the red and yellow frog’s back.
“Candy.” The frog shot his tongue out, tugging the entire red and yellow frog into his mouth.
“Hey!” The bird flapped its wings in annoyance.
The frog let out a long slow croak. Cannibalism never tasted so good.
(For Marvin – We had “It’s isn’t easy being green”, outer space was a metaphor for the bird’s eyes and I used a gummi frog)