11:17 p.m. So busy working on my lesson plans (STILL), missed 11:01 by 16 minutes. That’s okay, I still have time!
11:26 p.m. ARGH! Lots of difficulty getting the webpage to load
correctly! Finally am getting somewhere… now waiting for my
DESCRIPTION (not the pitch, but the DESCRIPTION) to load. Description
isn’t even anything to be seen by judges, but necessary for if / when
the novel’s excerpt is available for review by Amazon public.
11:27 p.m. ARGH! It’s still working to load the description. Is
this normal? What if it’s stuck in a loop and never stops pretending
to load? It’s only 212 words, people! HELP! whimper…
11:29 p.m. I can’t move on. I’m stuck waiting for Part I to save,
so that I can move on to Part II, which is still NOT the uploading of
all my materials, but is my contact information. Can’t go to part II
until part I gets loaded. ARGH!!! Oh my god, the anxiety I am
experiencing canNOT be good for my health!
11:31 p.m. I’m starting to get really paranoid. What if in those
16 minutes I was busy lesson planning, 5,000 other people were uploading
their manuscripts? WHAT IF I’VE MISSED MY CHANCE?????? AAAAAHHHHH!
11:33 p.m. Ummm…. really? This many minutes to save 212 words?
Something’s wrong. My carefully worded description has hacked the
entire Amazon Breakthrough Novel system and I’ve ruined this process
for myself AND 4,999 other crazed hopefuls. Oh save me!
11:35 p.m. What on EARTH am I going to do when it’s trying to
upload my MANUSCRIPT? I think I might die of the anxiety before I even
reach the pitch stage. This is ABSURD. I’ve lost all sense of
reality. I’m stuck in some alternate universe where the entirety of my
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness hinges on the acceptance of the
DESCRIPTION of my novel!
11:36 p.m. Seriously. How do I know if it’s not working? I mean
the silly blue arrow keeps on a-swirlin’, but nothin’s happening!
11:39 p.m. Hey, great news! I found the spot where all the other
4,999 crazed hopefuls are hanging out and some of them have been staring
at a blue swirlin’ arrow for 30 minutes! So, hey, 13 minutes, not so
bad… of course, that means I have at least another 17 to go and this is
only part I of IV. ARGH!!!!
11:43 p.m. Bored now… just think of all the lesson planning I could be doing… if only I weren’t riveted to this little blue arrow.
11:48 p.m. Still in blue arrow manic depressive mode… I bet you’re
bored now too, aren’t you? Pretty soon I’m going to have to put in the
Buffy musical episode, just so that I can sing my way through this
farce.
11:57 p.m. I’m officially panicked. Half the crazed people are all
“I’m in — goodnight and good luck” and the other half of the crazed
people are all “blue arrow - blue arrow - blue arrow - blue arrow - blue
arrow - blue arrow”. Wanna guess which category I’m in??? And all
those people who are “in” — ARGH! They’re part of that 5,000!!! What
if 4,999 other people say they’re “in” and just when I’m about to say
“I’m in!” some other crazed blue arrow person hijacks my in-slide and
steals my slot???
12:07 a.m. OMG. One of the crazies suggested hitting refresh, which
I did… with great fear I might add, as I was certain it was going to do
EXACTLY what it did… all my info, gone, in a flash. I sighed and
began again.
12:08 a.m. Accidentally hit backspace key, backspaced away from
page. ARGH!!! Loaded page again, entered part I’s info again, hit
save and…
12:09 a.m. Blue swirly arrow appears for two seconds, then WHAM! On
to part II. Thank you, thank you, thank you to the refresh god.
12:10 a.m. Entered contact info, saved, hallelujah, on to Part III!
12:11 a.m. Uploaded pitch successfully… everything hinges on the pitch.
12:12 a.m. Pasted excerpt successfully… re-read, looks good… everything hinges on the excerpt.
12:13 a.m. Attached manuscript successfully… everything TRULY hinges on the manuscript.
12:14 a.m. Uploading excerpt…. SUCCESS!
12:15 a.m. Uploading manuscript…
12:16 a.m. SUCCESS!
12:17 a.m. Accepted contest rules and regulations. Hit submit entry and… SUCCESS!
12:17 a.m. Received official email from createspace.com welcoming me as one of the 5,000 manic writers.
12:29 a.m. In case you’re wondering what happened between 12:17 and 12:29 a.m., it went something like this:
Gasp! “I’m in.” Shocked staring ensues. Twelve minutes later…
12:29 a.m. cont. Cats wake me from a self-induced state of shock.
Time for bed where I will undoubtedly agonize over my submission and
wish that I had changed this word or that…. I live in fear of February
25th.
