It feels good to be appreciated. I don’t think I get a lot of appreciation at home. Generally, I’m taken for granted.

Yesterday, I received two signs of appreciation online.

The first was about a new short story anthology, which includes a story of mine: Reflections in Watercolour. It’s published by Stringybark Publishing and is called: Hitler Did It, a title I’m not too enamoured with, although the story with that title is a beautiful tale set in wartime London.

If you’re interested in reading the anthology, it’s available here as an ebook and there might be a print version soon.

Hitler Did It

The other sign was a blogging award:

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

which I received from Rachael of Honest Speaks. Thank you, Rachael!

So I’m supposed to list 7 things about me and 15 inspiring blogs.

  1. I have worked with computers all my working life. That doesn’t stop my son from telling me I know nothing about computers.
  2. There isn’t a lot of food I adore. Eggs, potatoes, white chocolate. I think that’s it.
  3. My favourite drink is cold borscht.
  4. I love the weather in Jerusalem. Cold, rain, sun, heat, snow, I love it all.
  5. I’ve never been to the Far East, but hope to rectify that soon.
  6. I’m not good at pronouncing Rs, which is unfortunate since there are three in my name.
  7. I love most classical music and pop, but not jazz.

Now for the blogs:

  1. http://jeandavisonwriter.wordpress.com/blog/
  2. http://bottledworder.wordpress.com/
  3. http://susanwritesprecise.com/
  4. http://davidrory.com/
  5. http://mythoughtsonthesubjectareasfollows.wordpress.com/
  6. http://fortyoneteen.wordpress.com/
  7. http://victoria-writes.com/

I think seven is enough.

This blog post has added 247 words to my word count for today. No – 256… 257…

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Yesterday morning, I read Nicola Morgan’s blog post about  a tweetathon being organised by the Society of Authors as a protest against BBC Radio 4’s plan to cut the number of short stories it broadcasts. It seemed like a worthy idea and a fun activity, so at one o’clock my time I read the first line of the story and composed and tweeted my suggestion for the second line. At two o-clock I read the chosen second line and tried for the third line. Then the fourth. At four o’clock I tweeted my suggestion for the last line and took my laptop down to the kitchen to listen while I cleared up. Soon after five I thought I’d better check to make sure I hadn’t won  and discovered that I had. My last line was chosen to conclude the story.

Here’s the completed story. I’m thrilled.

Later on, I played Scrabble with my husband and my son, both good players, and I won easily.

Good things always come in threes, right? But there was no more time left yesterday. So, early this morning, I met my friend Marallyn and we sat outside in a quiet little cafe and discussed writing. We’ve often done this before, but not recently as Marallyn was away all summer. I’m looking forward to writing with her next week.

First times are special, aren’t they. You remember them all your life. I remember my first day at school, aged five years and one week, even though ten… twenty… thirty… many years have passed since then. I remember my first boyfriend, my first baby and many other firsts.

Yesterday is also a day I’ll remember. The first time a story of mine has been published: http://www.metazen.ca/?p=915. A humorous story highlighting a pitfall of social media. And while I don’t want to turn this blog into one that brags about my achievements, this is the first time and I’m basking in the glory.

I have been published for the first time at http://www.metazen.ca/?p=915.

I’ll write more about this tomorrow. For now, this is all I can manage.