hiding in plain sight ...

I consider myself to be lucky to have a (relatively) cheap hobby, writing.  Plot bunny breakfasts trying to goose the muse aren't necessarily free - but it is much cheaper than restoring cars that have running boards.  (Ok, so I don't know how old this car is, but I love looking at the lines of it - poetry.)

Anyway, the stories I like most to read have a twist - but not in a bad way. For example, I did a romance where the prince charming character turned out to be a dog.  There was another strictly from the point of view of a dog reflecting on life with his mistress.  I think I need to get more friends who have cats so I can increase my POVs.

Several of my pieces have been published in on-line magazines and anthologies.

Last year, I submitted several pieces to an Australian group, signed the paperwork, and heard nothing.  I knew they still had an on-line presence, so I just chalked it up to experience.

Turns out that they hadn't forgotten about me.  The project is now moving forward (insert Snoopy dance here) and they are ready to pay for the pieces they have used.

Houston, we have a problem.

The problem?

I have to write a 250 word biography, or shall I say autobiography. And I promptly went into hiding.



I learned the lesson of the Tall Poppy (also known as 'your head shall be no higher than the king's) well.  I like to stand out in a limited crowd, but have always feared (just a little) standing out too might get my head cut off.

Today's goal?  Write the biography and put the king on an extension ladder so I can stand at full height and not worry about the competition.