You know that person who handles stress well? Who is always calm in a crisis? The one who everyone turns to when the pressure is on? I am not that person. I am the person running around like a decapitated chicken trying to squawk through its neck. Or the one quietly throwing up in the corner.
As you may have guessed, I have accidentally pushed the ‘submit’ button on my chapter. I swear I didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened. So now IT girl is out there all by herself. Luckily she has her hero to keep her company though, hehe.
I’m not much of a ‘everyone go and read my wonderful chapter, and vote, rah, rah!’ type of person and I didn’t want to even do an announcement that I’d entered but I suppose I kind of have to now since silence on it is pointless, not to mention telling. So by all means, if you like a contemporary, Modern Heat type of story then go and read, you may like it (though it’s not up on the site yet as of 12pm NZ time). In a vague attempt at anonymity (and because I don’t want to jinx my prospective pen name) I haven’t subbed under Jackie Ashenden. Yeah, I’m probably the only person to sub their entry under their own name because they want to protect their pen name. Duh!
Right, so I’m now feeling sick as to what people will think, just like everyone else who entered. It required a bit of fiddling and I hope I pulled it off. It won’t be to everyone’s tastes but that’s something I can do nothing about. I also had some formatting issues that would have made it easier to read but the site wouldn’t let me use another font. Hope the stop-gap I used works! Anyway, I know it’s not perfect and I’m not going to read it EVER again because if I do, I’ll spot a million things wrong with it. But that’s the way of writing huh?
Wow, Jackie, excuses much?? I will say that I really enjoyed writing it and as a writer, that’s the best you can get (apart from a sale of course!).
This morning I told my daughter what I was doing and then, in my overly dramatic way, I said, “Everyone will probably leave comments telling me how much it stank!”
“No mummy,” says my daughter, “everyone will probably leave comments telling you how much it stinks.”
Moral of the story? Never fish for compliments from a nine year old no matter how desperate you are. 🙂
So c’mon, anyone else enter?
PS: The chapter is called Talking Dirty with the CEO. I am a title dunce so don’t hold that against it. 🙂