The desired benefit is to make the finals and therefore get my work in front of an editor.
When I was judging, as the editor "prize" part of the deal, it was still work. And sometimes unwanted work. Some nice person convinces you to agree to judge a contest, but by the time those finalists come in, you're frantically busy or one of your authors is melting down or you're getting ready to leave for a conference, and it's just another task. I know I sometimes read contest entries differently than other submissions, i.e. in a "get it off my desk" manner.
So you might be better served submitting the usual way. First-round contest judges also are *not* editors, and think of how many great authors out there would have been shot down in a contest. Diana Gabaldon is an example, but so are lots of others who are writing a bit outside the box.
t /my two cents
AMYLIZ! I was hoping you were around. I just got my tiara, and all my other goodies, and I love them all! Thanks.
Maybe this will be the motivation I need to get off my butt and mail my tiaree's package.
Susan,
Fuck 'em.
Signed, Glimmer Train and its reading fees can kiss my entire crippled ass.
Next time I want to flush $10 I just will, you know?
Laura,
t generalization
I think that kids respond differently to male teachers, and that often, male teachers respond differently to the kids. I don't think you're just thinking wishfully. I hope it pans out.
Now that everything is fine you CAN cry.
I can't make it come. It's all bunched up in a little knot between eyes, and behind my forehead, and it is headache making. It's funny, because usually I have more trouble not crying, or stopping the tears, than starting them.
Anybody else imaging AmyLiz singing "Love Editor For Sale" with a really disgruntled look on her face?
Just me, then.
I just got my tiara, and all my other goodies, and I love them all!
Wheeee! I was getting worried they got lost in the mail somewhere. Glad you like!
Anybody else imaging AmyLiz singing "Love Editor For Sale" with a really disgruntled look on her face?
Heh heh.
Anybody else imaging AmyLiz singing "Love Editor For Sale" with a really disgruntled look on her face?
Well sure, especially if there's no cake in the fantasy.
Example on how out of it Aimee has been:
I warmed up Em's breakfast fruit in the jar.
With the lid still on.
The METAL lid.
::thump thump thump::
Honey, I
know
you want to turn the baby into a super hero but that is just no way to go about it.
Also, Betsy inadvertantly earwormed me with "Boy For Sale" from
Oliver!
