M. Does this mean we’re halfway home on this cursed Blogging from A to Z April Challenge?
Why do I sign up for this thing every year?
There are reasons. It gets me back in the habit of regular posting (although definitely not six times a week). I re-connect with old blogging friends and make some new ones. And I always learn something by reading all the extra posts I somehow find the time for (usually in the evening).
So here’s my contribution for Day M.
Featured Author: April Moore
April is a Colorado writer I met back at the end of 2003 when we ended up in the same novel-writing class. Shortly after, she and a couple more classmates started a critique group which I was thrilled to join. We are the only two original members still writing, but Raintree Writers has survived.
April’s nonfiction book Folsom’s 93: The Lives and Crimes of Folsom Prison’s Executed Men was published in 2013. She has a website and blog devoted to information related to her research.
Featured Book: Moneyball: The Art of Winning an Unfair Game by Michael Lewis
I’m not the most dedicated sports fan in the world, especially when it comes to baseball which I find a tedious game that always turns into a hot dog and beer marathon with a side of sunburn.
I do like football….but prefer to watch it on television.
Reading sports stories, however, is a whole different ballgame. I read the sports section of my local paper (admittedly searching mostly for the human interest stories), and I love books and movies about sports–nonfiction (especially biographies) and fiction.
Moneyball is one of the books I loved, and the movie was excellent too.
I’ll send you to Michael’s blog for his photo and videos of interviews and talks.
Word of the Day: Marijuana
If you know what’s been going on in Colorado with the new pot laws, you probably guessed I’d at least mention the subject during the challenge.
The new laws don’t affect me much because I won’t smoke anything (quitting nicotine back in 1982 was hard enough–I’ve seen the effects of lung cancer in my own family). And I’m already high on life so I don’t need drops or edibles or infusions or whatever else is available out there.
However, I don’t like the remote possibility a little smoke will blow my way. I’ve smelled pot, and to me it reeks worse than skunk. And I didn’t much care for the inconvenience at Denver International Airport on my last trip when we had to line up single file to approach the Concourse A security station so TSA agents with drug-sniffing dogs could walk up and down the line and let the dogs check us out.
And that’s all I have to say about that….for now.