Okay, I know I’m waaaay late getting my blog up, but I have a good reason…sort of. With the deadline of the contest yesterday, I’ve spent my last couple of days off trying to input all the judged entries. Last night, I knew I had this blog due today, but I kept telling myself I’d finish the entries first and then blog. Alas, the best laid plans…
Everytime I thought I’d finished, another few would show up in my mailbox. I told myself that I should just ignore them, blog, and go to bed since I was to work today. Not only work, but dress in a costume (a witch, true type-casting) and making chocolate chip pancakes for our weekly pot luck lunch. But I kept thinking of those writers. The ones who trusted their baby to our hands.
See, I still remember when I first entered contest. Such a scary prospect. I wondered if they would take care of my baby. Or would it come back to me with coffee stains all over it. Would they see the brilliance of the story? Or would I get back all covered with red ink and a short note to keep my day job. At first, it astounded me that when I did get back my entry, some very nice people not only had good things to say about my writing, but also helped me fix the sections were I needed help. Eventually, I got that first “win”…an honorable mention at OWFI.
I guess that’s why I felt that I owed it to those people who helped to “pay it forward” so to speak. I needed to go over those entries to make sure they were getting the strokes and lessons that I got. To see that they go all the points they deserved. And maybe, just maybe on of “my authors” will get a get a chance to have an editor read and buy them. So I have to admit…I’m not that sorry I’m late. Besides, I made it, didn’t I?