In case you were wondering, being wrong is humiliating. I should know. Oh, boy, should I!! However, being allowed to remain wrong, in my opinion, is even worse. So, should you see a big mistake, please let me know. It won’t hurt my feelings to be told that I used the word garbage instead of garage (‘twould be a total Freudian Slip if I did) (and I have) or that something I wrote is totally unintelligible. Yep—I want to know so I can fix it.
In light of the above, I must make a confession. I revealed that I was the author of a Certain Story on a Certain Website. I wasn’t supposed to do that! (oops!) It is now possible to go to a Certain Website and vote for Certain Stories but I am kind of in the soup because I made that boo-boo.
To avert disaster (of the hot soup variety—I don’t want to end up in the bowl of some freezing-cold, starving person’s spoon!) please go to the site in question and read all the truly scrumptious Christmas stories. You can now officially vote for the story (or stories—you are allowed two votes in each category, those written by published authors and those that aren’t) by using the anonymous poll (rather than just saying “I vote for this one” in the comments). If you know which one is my story, please don’t vote for mine just because you know me. And like me. Even lurve me. I like my story very much but there are far better posted on this site so please vote accordingly (hey, ldspublisher, are we good yet? Cuz it's really getting hot in here!)