Exciting. Go get 'em, Deb.
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I would like to publically thank Deb for the wonderful feedback she's giving me. In addition to the excellent practical help, she's helping me finally trust myself as a mainstream writer. That was the biggest hurdle.
erika, BTW, check your email.
edit: connie, welcome, ma'am.
Go Deb!
I emailed the contest coordinator to express my concerns and got a very nice email back, saying that I shouldn't have been marked down for first person, and she'll definitely keep a closer eye on this judge in the future. I've also written my thank you notes to the coordinator and judges to mail out today, including a perfectly polite though distant one to the problem judge.
That felt good to cross off the to do list.
Susan, that's a very good way of handling that situation. If the judge has that deep an issue, they need to know about it.
Your current Anna chapter is next up in my queue!
New drabble time!
Drabble challenge #38 (falling) is now closed.
Challenge #39 is: Upside-Down.
No weird stuff where you post in upside-down text, or I'll send my goons after you....
Who are your goons?
I might like it.
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.it like might I
?goons your are Who
or
.ti ekil thgim
?snoog rouy era ohW
Cindyyyyyyyyy....
You'd better lock your door, girlie, because I have dispatched my goons.
Deb--I don't suppose you've emailed me your Anna comments yet? I ask not to nag--there's no rush at all--but because I haven't gotten an email I was expecting that I know other people got, and the internets have been kinda random and screwy today. So I'm testing the theory that some of my email is getting lost or delayed somehow.
Upside-Down (and Nowhere Near Happyland) Drabble:
All I wanted was to be upside-down in the water. To be looking up at my mother’s face from underneath the shimmering ripples in the pool. I dove under and started doing a somersault. At once, the water that seemed so buoyant and clear when looking down on it became a mirror that reflected only myself back at me. Disoriented and panicking, I pushed against the bottom of the pool. “Let me out!” Let me out!” I wanted to scream. Lungs nearly bursting, I remembered that I was holding my mother’s ankle. I pulled myself up, back into the sun.