I normally wear shorts all summer. This week I’ve had to drag out the Big-Boy pants. Why? Because the fine people at the American Christian Fiction Writers have delayed the announcement of the Genesis contest finalists.
Originally scheduled for the 28th or 29th (depending on whether you believed the email or the website) the announcement was… well it was announced yesterday that the real announcement was postponed indefinitely, but hopefully really soon. I swear, you could literally hear millions of hair follicles scream in agony across the nation as hair was pulled out by the roots in the privacy of dozens of author’s homes and work places. Kind of like when the Vulcan ship is wiped out and Spock cringes at the console on Star Trek from the scream of 400 souls being lost on the USS Intrepid.
As I pointed out to a colleague who is also a semifinalist, Galatians 5:22-23 is a wonderful passage but employing it in a contest with such high stakes will test the hoobie-joobie right out of your faith.
So, I put on my Big-Boy pants and I’m going to keep smiling. I only checked my email and voice mail once today. I will try to maintain that again tomorrow. Friday all bets are off. I’m going back to shorts.