I had planned a completely different post for today, but it’ll have to wait for another week. Instead, I’m going to share with you my major SNAFU (you do know what that acronym means, right? If not, read this) that happened just this evening. I think most of us have been there at one point in time — drowning in a major screw-up — and when we have, we’ve just wanted to bang our heads on the table over and over again.
As many of you know, I’ve been working towards the Golden Heart contest sponsored by RWA, as have a few other Ladies, for several months now. Well, today was “due day” for the final version of our manuscript. Because of a variety of reasons, which I’m not going to go into (but they involve kids, laundry, and a new puppy who’s gone from “charming” to “Cujo” in a matter of weeks), I still had some final finishing up to do on my MS, which I planned to do today. We’re talking minor stuff, like making sure it looked good in Word and making the PDF. This evening, after getting the kids at school and taking them to tae kwon do, I finished the changes, logged into the website, and when I clicked on the Register link to upload my revised manuscript, I got this message:
Yep. You’re reading that right. I missed the deadline.
You’re probably wondering how. Well, Arizona does not participate in Daylight Savings Time. Eight months out of the year, there’s a 3-hour time different from EDT, 2 hours from CDT, etc. I guess I must have thought I was on PDT, because I calculated that 7 p.m. my time was the cut-off for the entry. Actually, it was 4:00 p.m. Not only was I forgetting we were on standard time, I was calculating it backwards.
Can you tell I’m not a numbers person?
The only (minor, very minor) consolation I have is that when I registered at the beginning of December, I had to upload something, so I sent in what I had at the time, which wasn’t terrible. My sister (wonderful, supporting woman that she is) said that if what I uploaded is what I had sent her to review (it was), then I shouldn’t worry. She thought it was pretty good, and she’s a discriminating historical romance junkie.
Still. Stupid. So stupidly stupid.
My only hope is that what I wrote is good enough to final. That’s all I really wanted to do anyway. Winning would be nice, but it’s not my goal. So tonight, as I finish laundry, try keep a dog from biting me, and bang my head on the table (again) from my own stupidity, I’m going to have a drink. A nice, big, strong one.
And you, fair reader? Learn from Auntie Justine and make sure you submit your contest entries the day BEFORE they’re due! JUST IN CASE!