I have horribly failed to pimp myself for the Clarion West write-a-thon, and it ends this week. Time to donate in my glorious name if you haven’t already, por favor. Your donation will go to help nurture and create future writers.
I have been doing my part, I swear, writing like crazy. 
Literally, writing like crazy. I wear a tinfoil hat and talk to myself a lot as I write since it is the only way to keep the bad voices from taking control of my stories.
Granted, I was down for two weeks with a nasty virus thingy (the slime was entirely from my nose, don’t listen to Shelly’s claims of pods under the bed or how I’m “different” somehow), but I am back now, and on task.
So please go to my profile on the Clarion West write-a-thon page and click the shiny Donate button. Throw in just $5 even, the cost of a single cheap paperback or fine bottle of screwtop wine, and watch it magically result in hundreds of future stories and books.
Regarding the 36 fairies I was holding captive in exchange for donations, I’m afraid they have mostly died due to my neglect these past weeks. There are now only four, and they’re looking rather Winehouse Lohan. But their fate is still in your hands.
http://clarionwest.org/events/writeathon/RandyHenderson
