GUTGAA Rocks

You never know what kind of footprint you'll
leave behind, til you take a step.

At 8:01 a.m., just before I walked my kids to school, I pressed the send button on a very important email. I checked my email three times in one hour to see if there was a notification GUTGAA received my submission...none came...sigh.

I met my critique group for our bi-weekly meeting, something I look forward to for thirteen days every month, and forgot about GUTGAA for a while. I checked my email during a bathroom break thinking perhaps email notifications were sent later in the day. No email. Poop.

One of my critique partners told me to check Twitter for announcements, and sure enough Deana tweeted that the first round of submissions filled up in seconds. Well, I couldn't help but think congrats to Deana for running such a kick-ass event. I vaguely remembered the second submission window and checked my watch. I had 5 minutes to submit but was fifteen minutes from my home computer. Poop.

I searched my phone for my sent email, thank goodness for smart phones, and sure enough I was able to access and forward my submission for a second try. I pressed the send button...again. The cog wheel on the top of my phone twirled like a hamster running circles on its exercise wheel. I ran out of the cafe and held my phone in the air, yeah desperation gets us to do funny things. I dropped my head, it was 1:01 p.m. I told one of my writing partners that I'd probably missed the window.

Before heading to school to pick up my kids I checked my phone one more time for email, and smiled. I made it in. Thanks, Deana for giving me a story to tell today:)