Yesterday I was outside with Daredevil. We were babysitting the neighbor’s toddler, so I was keeping an eye on the boy, when suddenly Daredevil says,

“I just wanted to see what was inside it.”

“Umm….inside what?”

“The roly poly bug.”

Okay, not good. “What did you do?”

“I tore it in half.”

Lovely.

“But I won’t do it again.”

Well, that’s good to know! :)

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And writing related:

Guess what I did? I decided to take the plunge and enter my first (fee) contest. The only contests I’ve partcipated in up to now is the Romance Diva’s We All Win contests. For me, I find it hard to justify shelling out money for contests, but when I saw that one of the RWA contests extended their deadline because they needed entries, and then saw that the final judge for the Romantic Suspense category is an editor for Random House (in fact, I think she’s Suzanne Brockmann’s editor), well, some little insane bugger in my head kept whispering, “do it”.

So, I asked my husband if I should enter, figuring he’d tell me it’s a complete waste of money, and thus, quell this overbearing urge to enter, but no, he says, “Sure. Go ahead.” So, if my entry ends up a complete and total failure, I’ll just blame him.

I just emailed my entry and I feel like I’m gonna hurl. I want so much to final because I’d LOVE to get feedback from such a great editor, but I’m trying to keep a lid on it, because part of me feels like I have about as much chance of finalling as winning the Publisher’s Clearinghouse sweepstakes.

I sure hope this feeling goes away!