Oh What a night

And that ain't the half of it. The air conditioning in the kitchen wasn't working. Engineers came to check it out with their little thermostat doodad...which apparently read a whopping 220 degrees. Is that even possible? They fidgeted with a few things got it working a little and the kitchen cooled down to a intolerable 89 degrees. WTF? Where was OSHA? My god, I don't know how the cooks and dishwashers did it. If it were me, I'd have stationed a massive walk out. Wait a minute it was me too. I was there. I had spent so much time on my hair, getting it as straight as I could. Each time I walked onto the line or into the wp, I felt my hair shrivel into a massive ball of frizz. Why would I have chosen a sweater to wear tonight? Poor Jeff was dripping sweat all over the place. If I had been a guest being served by him, I think I'd have passed. Kim was getting sick from the heat and paid Dan to stay and close for her. Sara was flushed, and dewy ( ahem, and it wasn't a sexy dewy) Mary was toting around a bottle of frozen water in her pocket to stay cool. I think it had worked somewhat because she stay her usual happy self.

On another front I'm not reaching voters like I'd hoped to. I don't know how to go about this networking thing. I try. I go on twitter and shamelessly beg for votes. I also tried this with Facebook. All I got there was I'll go vote or never saw the post. Well only a couple of my "friends" voted. So what did I do? I went through and deleted a bunch. A woman scorned. That's me.

I had hoped to write a little tonight/this morning. I have been thinking a lot about working with Poised again. It's a good story and I can't recall why I put it aside. Maybe I just needed a break. Well baby, the break needs to be over. What better time than now. It's not like I'm going to get many more votes on the Textnovel contest. I feel as though I've reached as far with that as I can.

Until tomorrow.

Val

Give me a break

Since this is my first ever attempt at blogging, i'll probably just take baby steps. Okay, so here's the deal, I'm entered one of my manuscripts in this writing contest. It's called

textnovel.com It's a cool contest. The writer uploads chapter by text or computer and People vote and or follow their favorite stories. I'm not getting the votes I need. Why? It's so hard to reach people if you don't have the connections. Because real life started interfering with my creative writing life, fallen out of the loop. The connections I once had are too far out of my reach. Sounds stupid right? I should have no problem connecting once again. Once friends always friends. I won't be rejected. Is that the reason? Am I afraid not only will I be rejected as a legitimate writer but also as a friend? Jesus, do I ever have issues.

I think I've moved on to toddler steps here. I'm going to stop for today. See you soon.