I’m beyond thrilled to announce that I’ve finaled in the Windy City RWA Four Seasons 2012 contest.
I’d like to say that I opened the notification email, calmly read it while a serene smile crossed my lips, and then went on with my day.
But alas, I’m a moron so it went more like this…
It’s dark-thirty am on Saturday morning and the new puppy who had been up for hours finally decided to go to sleep, so I stumbled over to the computer to check my email.
I see the email subject line “Windy City Four Seasons Contest Results” and I smile with glee because I know that email contains critiques of my manuscript. (If you’ve never entered a contest before I highly recommend it because published authors are the judges, and they give the best suggestions for improvements to your writing).
I open the email and see the word “Congratulations”, but think little of it because the next thing I see is those magical words “Your judged entries are attached”.
I skim past the rest of the email straight to the bottom in search of the critiques, hoping that my recent revisions (which is why I’d entered the contest to begin with…to get impartial feedback to some major changes) didn’t destroy all my efforts at having a publishable manuscript.
Then, my foggy, sleep-deprived brain finally registers the words, “…moved to the finals…”
My brain says “Whaaaaa?” and my eyebrows slam together in confusion as I quickly scroll back up to the top of the email and read the following…
Congratulations! Your entry, Along the Way Home, has moved to the finals in the Historical Category.
I re-read this about seven times, then call in the hubby because I’m certain that I’m reading it wrong, that my sleep-deprived state is causing my brain to play tricks on me (Recall that I had premature TWINS and spent the first few months of their lives permanently residing in this state of mind, so I totally know what I’m talking about).
Hubby wanders in, reads it, and smiles. I freak out, then immediately stop freaking out to make him read it again, and then again. By now the twins have wandered in to see what all the fuss is about because their Mommy is screeching up a storm and Daddy is hugging her and saying “Good Job! SO proud of you!” and then the whole family is in an uproar of hugging and cheering.
A great day indeed!
The absolute first thing I do next is to send out a huge blubbering “Thank You!” email to both of my critique partners (Artemis Grey and Margo Kelly ) for helping me get to this point, and then I send out another “Thank You!” email to an author friend of mine, Kaki Warner, who encouraged me to enter contests.
Then the Corbett family went off to the pumpkin patch, where the hubs and I were in such a blissful state of contentment we didn’t even mind that our twins picked two of the biggest pumpkins in the patch, and we ended up spending nearly TWENTY dollars (gasp!) on said pumpkins.
I’ll find out the final results of the contest the first week of December, but I can honestly say I’m just really excited to be nominated. It’s such an honor!
Here’s the list of all the finalist titles. Mine is in the Historical category, titled “Along the Way Home”.
How about you? Have you entered writing contests? How did you handle the results?