Didja miss me? If you used your cursor to select the blank space in yesterday’s non-post, you saw that I was striking to oppose the SOPA and PIPA bills proposed by the movie industry … I mean the United States Congress.

NOW, since yesterday was food day and I missed it, here is a food post:

We had spaghetti and marinara sauce last night. In the interest of eating fresh and local, the spaghetti was harvested by my husband and me at a nearby pick-your-own pasta farm. Okay, yeah, that’s a lie. Bought it in a box. Bought the sauce in a jar. But here’s what went with it:

GARLIC TOAST

I keep a jar in the refrigerator of light olive oil with a couple of cloves of garlic stirred in. So last night, I spread some bread with that (the oil goes semi-solid in the cold), sprinkled the oiled bread with Romano-Peccorino cheese, (Oxford comma, I love you) and broiled it until the cheese was browned. It was VERY good!

The Race To The Hugo has begun! Holly Jahangiri, Mitchell Allen, and I have challenged each other to writing Hugo-winning fiction this year. Holly even put up a web site for it: Race To The Hugo!

They’re both writing novels. I figure six short stories would give me six more chances than either of those. But — OH, NOES!! Mitchell has already posted the first installment of his novel and he and Holly are each planning to write stories AS WELL!! Will this get me off my lazy feet and onto my productive backside? We shall see, my precious. We. Shall. See.

WRITING PROMPT: Your main character is challenged to a contest. Would he or she cheat? Would he or she even be tempted to cheat? What if it were a matter of life and death, rather than for fun? Would he or she be more or less likely to cheat if the stakes were high than if they were low?

MA