Lincoln: Goin' to the Ball

I've just returned from this year's Pike's Peak Writer's Conference to learn that Demon is a Christy finalist.

AIEEEEEEE!!!

That's part "eeeee!" because I'm elated, and part "Ai!!" as in "ACK," which, as we all know, is closely associated with "yak"--because I'm worried that I might get so nervous at the dinner that I'll barf.

That would be so uncool.

But considering that I've almost walked out of pageants that I was judging--not even taking part in--because I thought I might have a heart attack as they announced the winners, it's not outside the realm of possibility.

My girlfriend, Meredith, who rode all the way back from Divide, Colorado yesterday with me, called me up right away last night to say she was going to try to go to Orlando for the award banquet. I advised her to wear something dark in case I pull a George-Bush-Sr.-with-that-Japanese-Guy.

Though I hear his ratings went up after that.

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I was going to continue my discussion of Havah questions, but am still sort of happily weirded out and trying to figure out where to find a cool dress, a pair of (trademark) freaky eyelashes and other embarssingly girly things to wear to Orlando now.

More Havah* discussion to come--




*Now availble for pre-order on Amazon.com