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So, I realized right before five o'clock...
That today was September 30.
And thus the deadline for this quarter's Writers of the Future.
For which I hadn't prepared anything because I'm still waiting to hear back from that one market for the not!Iron Man story, and I wanted to send WotF that because it's one of three on the list that actually pays any-damn-thing for something that length.
Understand that my local post office closes at 6:30. This gave me an hour and a half to print something out that looked halfway decent and get it there.
Which I managed to do. I handwrote the return addresses on the envelopes while it was printing, because it was quicker and also saved me a buttload of aggravation, the way my printer acts with labels.
So. The Faerie Show Fic is off to Writers of the Future. Wish me luck...
And thus the deadline for this quarter's Writers of the Future.
For which I hadn't prepared anything because I'm still waiting to hear back from that one market for the not!Iron Man story, and I wanted to send WotF that because it's one of three on the list that actually pays any-damn-thing for something that length.
Understand that my local post office closes at 6:30. This gave me an hour and a half to print something out that looked halfway decent and get it there.
Which I managed to do. I handwrote the return addresses on the envelopes while it was printing, because it was quicker and also saved me a buttload of aggravation, the way my printer acts with labels.
So. The Faerie Show Fic is off to Writers of the Future. Wish me luck...