Hear ye, Hear ye: {Cue the trumpets} β Jocelyn Adams is …
Come ’round my friends.
Gather closer.
Fill in all those back seats. No, no, not there, closer. You really want to hear this one.
I wave furiously trying to bring people up, though, I have to admit, those straggling at the back of the room are where I want to be.
But now, I must remind them to move forward, too.
Come up here, so you can really see me, where I stand on this podium, with my red curtain behind me, and my microphone at my face.
A tap on my shoulder from J.A. Belfield aka Judge Julie suggests I should really get this show on the road.
With one final little tantrum and foot stomp, I pull at the hem of my suit jacket (I’ve dressed up to save face); I open my notes and spread them out on the podium and clear my throat with one little cough.
Now, I’m ready.
Or maybe not.
A turn to the right finds that blasted Judge standing next to me still. I smile with the sweetness of a mischievous child. A bolt to my left finds Jocelyn Adams with her pigtails and braces, her plaid skirt and Mary Sues bouncing like a giddy … winner. No, wait … that’s not right. A shake of my head reveals it’s just her … my friend, my writer friend and her smile if that of the Cheshire cat. Oh yeah … here we go.
Another tap on the microphone sends a screeching blare through the room. As everyone covers their ears, I lean forward and take a deep breath.
Today, I, Aimee Laine, humbly, graciously and with the utmost regard for my fellow writer, make the following announcement.
A quick cough gives me a second to prepare.
Yes, I did in fact accept the challenge that was presented to me on the 24th of July via Facebook, by one Jocelyn Adams.
Yes, I did in fact agree to winβ I mean, write as fast as possible toward my goal of 90,000 words in my current work in progress.
Yes, I did set this goal, on my own and publicly declared my entry into the race.And today, I stand before you to announce …
I give the one to my right one last glance and get a nod in return.
Today … I announce that Jocelyn Adams has bested me.
The crowd boos. Right? No? That’s not how it’s working? But isn’t this MY Dream?
Oh … damn. It’s not a dream. This is real. And yes, Jocelyn Adams kicked my butt! She hit 95,000 words before I hit 76,000 words because as her muse pressed forward, my muse took a freakin’ nap. π
But that’s okay, because if ever there were a worthy opponent to ‘compete’ against in a writing competition, it would be Jocelyn.
And I’d even … do it again. π
Now, I leave you with the final treat … Jocelyn’s gift which shall be placed into the mail today:
Bravo, my friend. Bravo. π
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And here to see the winner gloat β I mean, enjoy her win. π
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Ahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
That is all! Ha! π
OKay, I’m back. I’m not laughing cuz you lost. (Honest). I’m laughing at your hilarious post. π
Liar, liar pants on fire. π π
Haha, this is great. And I’m with Julie, not ’cause you lost, but because I loved your post. Really. No burning pants here. π
LOL π ’twas a fun little contest and I really do have your chocolate!! π π
I still think you’re crazy for doing this but on the other hand, brave for having the time to do it. I know my muse would have fled if I had to compete against someone. I barely make it through NaNo sometimes.
Crazy is as crazy does, right? π I’m **this** close to being finished with mine, now, too. π Wheeeeeeeee!
It’s frustrating when the muse decideds to nap. Mine is hibernating and quiet frankly, I’m afraid to poke it.
Public show of eating humble pie? You are a better man…err…woman…err… better that I am. I’m find some excuse.
“You’re not going to believe this, but a monkey ate my congratulations speech.”
Oh the fun of competition. π But yes, my muse taking a hiatus was NOT in the plans! That’s what happens though when I have a MAJOR plot issue to fix. And I did. Now I am happily chugging on to the end. π
hehehe Love this post. Sorry you lost, but hey… you made progress. I guess that’s all that really counts.
Yes, the progress is what matters most. π