I got four players for this tired old contest, proving it's stayed long past your patience.
That said, the winner is Rita. This was my typewriter until an old girlfriend gave it a three story drop, telling me more graphically than any other critic that maybe writing wasn't my game.
Too late, Sandra. Snoozer.
Way off, Steve.
And Duane, you're too smart for your own good.
Now, Rita, if you'll email your name and address to davidterrenoire@hotmail.com, I'll send you one of my last copies of Beneath A Panamanian Moon. If you'd like a personal inscription, let me know, but I've been told it's worth more with just a signature.
About 25 cents more.
2 comments:
I suck at this, but it's fun. Here I thought that you were best known for vodka-tonic-lime, no stick. Good thing I already have my autographed copy of Beneath a Panamanian Moon.
Huh. That sucks. Blogger conspired. Damn verification.
Seriously, congrats Rita. I'm just glad that, for once, I got one of these things right.
Even if it was too little, too late...
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