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.
Considered it.
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.
Contest: entered.
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