We're getting swamped with entries for our fantabulous writing contest
. Seems everybody wants the DUCK!
Remember, read the rules
. Unpublished writers only this go-around. Steven King, John Grisham, Nora Roberts, nice try but you're disqualified.
This weekend in Denver we had the Peoples Fair, held in Civic Park, the same location as the Cinco de Mayo celebration I wrote about a few weeks back. There wasn't the expected amount of zaniness, no giant spinning rolls of toilet paper or the Dentyne Ice Dancers. There were these drag queens riding on the back of a golf cart.
On to the DEADLINE!
June 15 is the last day for contest entries. It's also the day my revised manuscript for book three is due back to my editor. I have eleven short days to get all the kinks out. This manuscript completes my contract. Despite how well things have gone, I still let my doubts get the better of me.
Like my editor calling and saying, it's supposed to be of publishable quality
. A new contract for you? Ha! Or my agent going, Mario, who? It's the day job for you, permanently.