The Waiting Game

Rosanna flipped through her submission one last time. She wasn’t reading, merely making sure that the words were still on the pages. She took a deep breath and sealed it up in the addressed envelope before dropping it in the mailbox. 

Immediately, she went over the guidelines in her head, as best she remembered them. Which was pretty darn well, since she’d read them a hundred times if she’s read them once. Making it into this publication would be a dream come true. 

Was her plot well thought out? Were her characters believable? Would they like her style? Was her story good enough? Was she good enough?

Rosanna made a fist with the hand that rested on her thigh. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She was good enough. Her story was good enough. Her characters, her plot, her style: all good enough. It was going to happen this time. 

She picked up a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the way home to begin her waiting game. 

3 Comments on “The Waiting Game”

  1. LRose says:

    Just Ben and Jerry? Not a little of their cousin Amaretto spooned on top? Or a shot of dad’s friend JD to go with?

    • April says:

      I’m lactose intolerant, I don’t know how you cow lovers eat ice cream.

      • LRose says:

        Well, this ‘cow lover’ doesn’t like ice cream all that much. I’m ‘frozen food/drink’ intolerant ;-), but a yummy dessert liqueur over anything yummy dessert is just yummy. Hot or cold. Hmmm, yummy!

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