So this morning after making breakfast and doing my morning exercises, I head off to the game room to do some computering (since that's where it is). The day had arrived. I could submit SUMMER, 1992 to Pitch Wars. I woke at 6:00 am, but forced myself to stay in bed until 6:45 so I wouldn't be so tired for date night tonight.
After eggs and walking my coffee to the desk, I sit down and open up the form. Then I look over my entry. Is it ready? Are the last minute changes I made two days ago good? I read it again. Still seems better than what I had. I fill in the form fields. The query. I go to my website to fulfill the copy/paste function. I realize I hadn't updated it to the latest perfection I imagined. I copy it anyway and paste it into the field. I start typing, editing the query. I scold myself. I'm only inviting disaster, editing it before submission, right before go time. What am I thinking? I can create while simultaneously not noticing a typo like a natural. Still, I go balls out and submit the form high fiving myself on the inside.
Then I look for the submission confirmation that allegedly was to appear and the bottom. I don't see it. I figure I just missed it. I enter the second from where if you donate at least $20, you can select 2 more potential mentors. Done. No confirmation again. I worry. Did it actually go through? That will totally suck if I've gone through all the preps, building myself up, only to be disqualified by a technical problem. I post in the comments along with others who also did not get the confirmation. I wait. Others are assured. Mine is overlooked.
The rest of the day I stress. What if they didn't get it? When should I ask? They are probably terribly busy and I'll just be one of those needy writers who can't get it together. I could ask the mentors directly if anyone received it. If it went through, at least the first four would have my entry in their inbox, right? Should I ask? One mentor and I are "following" each other, for whatever that means. I wait. I stress. I post to the comments of the form again, asking if my entry was received. No reply. I wait. I stress some more. I weed the melons and harvest the cucumbers to get my mind off it. Mike takes the kids to Holly's for their weekly sleepover which corresponds with our date night (and date morning).After an hour I come back inside to check my email. No reply.
I decide to ask that one mentor in a DM on Twitter if she received my entry. Within seconds, hours of worry melt away when she says it's in her inbox. I want to dance. I let out a sigh of reliff and harvest the tomatoes instead.