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My birthday happened. So glad all of you sent presents, cards, and comments on Feb. 27!

That was sarcasm.
I can't believe my parents picked up the subtle hints that I wanted a cookie-cake (after all, I only scribbled it into their day-planners, burnt the words 'I WANNA COOKIE-CAKE' into the side of the house, and hired the Goodyear blimp to fly over bearing the banner 'LUCAS WANTS A FRIGGIN COOKIE-CAKE YOU MORONS')
And here's my new business-card!

Grimm Happenings is my new project. A book-project. Because Legendary recently was drenched in gas, set on fire, and dropped from the Empire State Building (to be scattered along America's coast the next day) by the hideous goblins that are "mid-write editing".
Grimm Happenings is about a British boy (Eli) who just moved to America and is finding he has strange powers. Some of his classmates and teachers (Mr. Batton and the ever-so-hot Angela) seem to know something they aren't telling, and some classmates (like Trevor) seem to unknowingly be part of that something. That's all I'll reveal for now.
Also, I (and by that I mean my dad) am renovating my den. From (dog-pee-covered) carpet (that refuses to be washed) to beautiful tile. Woo!
B.t.w. I noticed no entries were submitted for my art contest. My friend Will is an artist and (yes, I know, he's a judge, but I told him he could submit one if he didn't vote on it) he didn't even submit. (Maybe I should have told him louder. Note to self: Buy megaphone.) I'm giving a redemptive period of until May 15. Then I'll vote (if anyone submits art). Click on the art contest label to see the rules.
I won't be doing very many posts til "HERA: The Goddess and her glory" comes out. Awesome, right?
Expect a Myth-Talk (super-long) about Dionysos (I call him D) soon.
Comment!

For the Lady with the hot pink VW Bug...

You left your lights on.

Man in Crowd: Hey! I'm not a lady!


Oooooooh-kaaaaaaaayy theen. (For those of you who are slow to understanding, the pun to that is that a full-grown man owns a hot pink VW bug... HELLO!) (I'm talking to you, dad.)

I'm hosting an art contest.















The rules: You create a poster for your favorite myth/classical novel (Herakles, Dracula, Odyssey, Arabian Nights, etc.)
You send it to me.
After careful judging by me, my mom, and Will, the best will be the winner, and will be posted on my blog with the others on New Years.




Conditions: Any one can enter. You can use anything from markers to pencil to pastels, etc.

You must have this form with your piece when you send it:

Winner gets a 10-chapter peview of LEGENDARY (that's about a quarter of it, guys. don't even THINK of robbing me of it. plus, I'm only going to give it AFTER the book is published, but before it comes out in stores).

Also include your e-mail address. (For those of you with a brain, you should find irony in that)

Legendary Book I

You know that book I mentioned before? Legenday, Book I: Quest For The Golden Fleece. Yep, it's growing. Basic plot: Sierra, a Floridian tomboy, has lived a very unusual life. Aside from having been orphaned in an incredibly mysterious fire and adopted by a family with a reclusive son, Max, she could come out to seem normal. Then the Smiths, her adoptive parents whom she grew up with, disappear, and her adoptive brother Max reveals a startling secret. Now Sierra finds herself plunged into a world of modern Greek myth, and is on a quest to find her "parents" and save them. In a whole new world that is part of our own, she must face petrifying creatures, electrifying sea-serpents, and a horrible dragon, in order to claim the Golden Fleece and find her "parents", on the way discovering twists and traps, and even finding out what really happened to her biological parents.
Again, patents. sue. get it.

I'm an artist! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Oh yah!

Yep. I drew that. I'm a good artist. I told you so... Wait. I never told you I was a good artist. Oh. Okay. Well, anyway, the pic's of the goddess Psykhe, the wife of the Greek god Eros. If you wanna know more, you can read my book:

LEGENDARY

BOOK I: QUEST FOR THE GOLDEN FLEECE