Yeah, so I got an email about an hour ago reminding me about this Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award whatchamathingy, and I did what I do every year.
Squinted through the rules.
Checked the word count on my novel.
Read the fine print.
Shrugged and thought, "Next year I'll remember this earlier and give it a shot."
Except this time, when I was about to hit the delete button to send the email into my junk folder, I hesitated. A series of thoughts nagged at the back of my mind. My novel fits within the word count. It probably could use a touch up, but heck, I submitted it to an agent per her request and it's probably as polished as it will ever be. I even have a pitch written. So. Why not submit?
My sensible mind smirked and said, "Hm, well let's see, maybe because you FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS A MERE TWO MINUTES AGO?"
I don't like listening to my sensible mind.