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I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and bright!

That’s what being a Blogger of Note (or BON, as we like to say in the business) will do for you! Here’s what happened:

First, scathingly brilliant blogger Becky nominated me. Then, I had to send in three of my favorite posts. To wit:

What Not To Do Wednesday on the I Thing (’cause you know grammar is one of my things)

April 1st, Not Just for Fools Anymore (’cause I couldn’t leave out Sally the Crazy Dog)

Tuesday Tip: Just So You Know, I’m Taking Notes (’cause I had to throw something writerly in)

Then, I had to promise that for every day, rain or shine, up or down, in or out, I would sing at the top of my voice, a show tune from my vast repertoire.

Yeah, I know. I thought that was a little odd, too. But mine is not to question the wonderful folks over at Words of Wisdom. And I’d just like to extend a hearty welcome to any and all visiting folks who might be dropping in here today at the Hall of Fame. I hope you find something you like, and that you’ll come back often for a little writer wit and wisdom, such as it is.

In fact, I was going to draw a name this morning for Accidental Cowgirl, the memoir by Mary Lynn Archibald that I’m giving away. But I think I’ll wait one more day so that any of you fine folks who’d like to comment on that post will have a chance to win, too!

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some loud singing to do. (I feel charming! Oh, so charming! It’s alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty, that I hardly can believe that it’s real!)

For this Friday, I found a T-shirt on my front porch!

There’s a good chance that the T-shirt did not exactly show up on Friday. See, I always use my kitchen door to come and go-and most folks know to come to my kitchen door. But I guess the FedEx guy (or gal) didn’t feel that friendly towards me. And I suppose I also owe Sally the Crazy Dog an apology. There was something outside, after all.

Anyway, my shirt from Do the Write Thing for Nashville came in and it’s just spiffy! I surely hope that Nashville is spiffy, too. The authors who spearheaded the fundraiser did a wonderful job and if you’re wondering about where all those funds went, you can check it out here.

And if you need a laugh or two (or 26), you might want to zip over to this post about the Worst Children’s Books…EVER, brought to you by the blog known as Slush Pile from Hell. I found it (the post and the blog) this morning while I was messing around…um, make that networking on Twitter.

Normally, Slush Pile from Hell offers up snippets from queries (and you will absolutely enjoy the daily snippet). But this post refers to a contest. And please understand, these are not actual books. They’re made-up books. So don’t worry that somewhere, somehow, these titles may get into the hands of little ones.

As far as my hands go, they’re a little slow on the keyboard today. I’ve sorta got these titles stuck in my brain, thereby preventing me from doing any serious thinking. Thank goodness it’s Friday.