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Rooglewood Countdown: 18 days



     Guys!!!  We're almost there!

     It feels like this Snow White journey has lasted forever, but did you realize that at this time last year, we had no idea that we would be writing a Snow White story?  It was June before this year's fairy tale was announced.  And then I still had to decide if I was entering and what I would write.  For several months, I puttered along on my story while life caught me in its whirlpool of busy-ness.

     Then came crunch-time for me.  I was racing to finish it, to cut it down to size, and to polish it up enough for submission.  It was December before I submitted it to the judges.

     The deadline came on December 31st, although they extended it a little bit for some people.  But that was the day that I felt like the Round One judging started for real.  So it only feels like it's been in the judging phase for 2 1/2 months.  Except that it also feels like it's been FOREVER!!!!! Lol.

     But whether it feels like forever or it has passed like a blink of an eye, April 2nd is only 18 days away!

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  1. Tracey DyckMarch 15, 2018 at 7:05 AM

    Ahhh, we're getting so CLOSE! It's weird to think I started writing my entry only five or six months ago. o.o

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  2. Skye HoffertMarch 15, 2018 at 10:41 AM

    I can't believe how fast the time flew, but I do remember I was a bit disappointed it was Snow White, but now I'm glad it was.

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