I didn't make it before the midnight cut-off [read: cheaper], but it's sent now. I submitted my story in two categories (Inspirational & Genre Fiction) and I read and re-read the story outloud so many times my cheeks were getting tingly from hyperventilation.
Unfortunately, I've been so enmeshed in the story these last few days I'm not sure I can read it objectively anymore. The whole thing was starting to feel cliche and predictable, due in part to reading it about half a million times. So, part of me is very glad I won't have to think about it again until October when they announce the winners. [The time when I will probably be re-reading my story and wondering what could have made it good enough to get into the top 100. It's not that I doubt my writing is good- I think I do a pretty good job- but the pond is very big and the fish that swim there make me look like a fry.]
I have a dear friend (waves hi to Robyn) that I think does a brilliant job of diving into things with both feet-- me, I'm a wader-- and I decided with writing- it's no time to be a wader. I'll be dead before I submit anything going my normal speed. So, I decided- for writing, I'd put on my brave- be like Robyn- suit and I'd just jump in.
I'll let you know what happens when I meet the water.
This is me, saying goodnight and feeling very proud of myself for taking such a big step. Go me!
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