I entered the RITAs, but I'm not sure why I bothered. I'm also not sure why, once I shelled out the dough, I didn't bother to pay better attention to things like rules and whatnot.
I thought they needed the books by mid-January. Last week I got the email saying yo, dudette, we need the stuff by 1/1. Whoops, time to use priority mail.
Fast forward two days. . . And hey, wait a sec. What's that copy on the shelf? Wait. ..hey.... that's supposed to be in the package to Texas. So then another run to the post office for express mail.
We're talking expensive, and silly expensive at that. Add on the apologetic coffees I'm buying for the RWA peeps (if one messes up and makes innocent administrative types lives harder, and they're polite [eg don't get the satisfaction of calling you names], one must buy them coffee. That is a rule of life my mother taught me.) and I could have bought something more likely to bring me joy and pleasure, like a buncha powerball tickets. Just as likely to win.
I did write "just as much chance" but that's not true. Chance has nothing to do with it. The very cover of the entry (it's the bright pink Ellora's Cave book) is enough to make most RWA members go bwewargh.