My Samhain editor said she was "thrilled to offer me a contract." Can you beat that with a stick? Answer: no way. I'm signing the contract just because I wanted to be able to write that in my blog...well for other reasons, too.
But honestly. Thrilled to offer me a contract. Jeepers.
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Today's green for the obvious reason. Alas, this is the first year I didn't have a kid running around frantically looking for a bit 'o green to wear to school. They're all grown up, practically.
I get to go unashamedly green in here because my granny was Anna Morrison McCann. (We'll just pass lightly over the fact that she was actually Orange Irish.) Never met the woman. She died when my da was a wee laddie of four.
Okay how about this--I earned the green font because I worked at an Irish owned bar in Boston (Donny Hammond was the owner. And an Irish bar in Boston is more Irish than any in Ireland. Maybe even than some in New York). That's where I learned how to clean up green beer vomit so it doesn't stain the linoleum.