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Fly Swift and True, My Little Arrow


     Today, I did the terrifying act of releasing my story into the big, cruel world.  I sent my Snow White entry to Rooglewood Press, so it can start its journey through the contest judges.


     Ahhhh! 
The exhileration.
The terror. 
The accomplishment. 
The chance of a big crash at the end of my flight. 
Wow.


     It kinda makes me want to hide my manuscript under the floor of a dungeon somewhere.

     But that defeats the point of entering a contest.  Stories are meant to be read.  And mine will be...by at least one judge.  Hurray!

      Now we get to wait until April 2, 2018 to find out which 5 stories made it into the anthology.  If you are like me, you have plenty to do between now and then. 

Laundry. 
Work. 
Studies. 
Other writing. 
Et cetera.

     But I also love passing the time with you guys.  So we'll be doing some countdown posts between now and the Winners Announcement.  And that will be fun.  Like I've said before, the comradery of this contest is my favorite part.

     So here's to good fellowship, productive months, and the chance to become a published author!





Comments

  1. Whoo-hooo!!! Awesome!! I can't wait to see if anyone I know makes it into the final book (seems like I know a number of people who entered). :)

    *raises glass of* ...wait...I drank all my water... *raises empty glass* here here!

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    1. I know! I feel like at least SOMEBODY that I know has a chance of making it in!

      Lol, your empty glass me chuckle.

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  2. Eeeeeeeee! I'm still working on mine! It's being rather uncooperative at present.

    https://ofdreamsandswords.wordpress.com

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  3. It's terrifying!!! It's also kind of a relief.
    I hope you win, you deserve it!
    I love the idea of a countdown.

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