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Sunday, September 2, 2012

CONTEST UPDATE

I will keep this short . . . read the FIRST EVER WRITING CONTEST below in lieu of a regular blog post.

Since there were 12 comments on last week's blog, we have two winners this week: Pat Gorman and Jes are the winners of Postmark: Christmas. :)

This week, tell me about a favorite story you remember (or have written). A short story, a children's story. I will count comments here and on the contest blog. So. . . leave 2 comments for 2 chances to win! Just make them different. Also, you must leave your contact information to receive a book!

For instance, my mother loved to read me the story of Brer Rabbit in the Brier Patch. My son loved the story as well. She read it perfectly, with every voice distinctive. My so later said her dramatic reading of the story encouraged him to become a drama major at Denver School of the Arts (he was a contemporary of Mondo of Project Runway fame.)

The winner(s) will have their choice of any of my books which are still available.


8 comments:

Anonymous said...

My first romance was a book titled Mrs. Mike. I read it my freshman year in highschool, and it stuck in my mind ever since. 10 years later I found a copy at our local library's annual book sale. I snatched it up, and it holds a place of honor on my bookshelf.

Darlene Franklin said...

Anonymous - I need your name or at least your email address! Is that the Mrs. Mike about the wife of a Canadian Mountie? A friend shared it with me--a wonderful story!

Darlene Franklin said...

Anonymous - I need your name or at least your email address! Is that the Mrs. Mike about the wife of a Canadian Mountie? A friend shared it with me--a wonderful story!

Donna Schlachter said...

I wrote a short story in a writers workshop that started with a memory I had of my dad and my grandfather eating cherries and spitting the pits against the side of the mobile home we lived in at the time. I love that memory, but that's where it always stopped -- them trying to outdo each other by spitting pits above the colored stripe running the length of the trailer. But as I wrote the story, it seemed the dam of memories broke through, and I remembered my grandmother coming out and telling them to act like adults. Her face was stern, but as she turned away, I saw the hint of a smile on her lips. I treasure that memory and am glad I wrote the story.

Darlene Franklin said...

Donna: What a lovely story! Thanks for sharing.

What is your email address?

Nancy Thelen said...

Sorry, I'm Anonymous. I'm Nancy, and my email is kliknkeys@gmail.com

georgi said...

Guess I found you a bit too late for the contest, maybe next time...great idea!

Debra Ann Elliott said...

Darlene,

I received my book today, but not sure why? I don't remember entering a contest and I don't have you down for a book review. I can't wait to read it though.

Blessings,
Debra