I’ve been waiting on today, February 23, since the beginning of the year. Actually, since the day I entered the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest. When it was announced, I did my homework: I researched the contest criteria; I read through the judges’ profiles and even read excerpts from last year’s winners.
I mean seriously, did I think I’d win a contest out of five thousand entries? Well, there’s always hope, right? Did I think I’d at least make the second round portion of the contest? Yes, I did. See, I know I can put a subject and verb together. I can create some drama. I can have readers turn the pages of the book and even garner an email or two about how some reader just loved my book.
I told myself not to expect too much, but I also told myself: 1) the sky is the limit, 2) keep the faith, 3) with God, all things are possible. (It’s in the Bible, and it’s true. I believe that.)
Earlier this week, I logged onto the contest’s page just to see if people were buzzing about the upcoming second round announcement. They were. I quickly closed the forum and went about my merry way, busying myself doing other things as not to worry about a possibility. I thought about it this morning as I was driving and hadn’t thought about it again until a few minutes ago when I went into my email account.
I received an email that thanked me for participating in the contest and it said that entries moving on to the second round had been announced. It detailed the steps to login, where to click, and how to search for my name. My name on a list of 1000 entries moving onto the second round.
I nervously scrolled down the list which was in order by first name. There were no d-a-p’s. Oh, well. Although I reasoned it was long shot, the sting of not even being included in a list of 1000 entries is a bitter pill to swallow.
Drinking a glass of sweet, orange-flavored Kool-Aid right now. #bitternessgone #Imoverit