Despite petitions, lawsuits, marches, boycotts, hunger strikes, threats of physical violence, membership resignations, sit-ins, walkouts write-ins, runouts, stoppages, and protests in the streets, the unthinkable has happened. Again.
For the sixth year in a row, the Big Clit finds me listed in the Author of the Year column. Yep — time for my annual humiliation. Why not double-dip it? I’m in that Lifetime thing too.
Plus, one of my stories limped into contention in two or three categories. Unfortunately, only one of my remaining three readers is able to figure out how to vote.
Once again, no one will be shouting, “Habemus Papam!” in my direction.
Paige