And the second slushfest begins!
Blogger is being a real poop. They have a limit set on how many daily posts you can have. If you go above this (rather arbitrary) number, you're asked for a verification for each post. Back when I was doing the contests by hand, I would doggedly type in the code for each post. It slowed me down, but it didn't stop me.
Now that things are automated, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING. The Bot is (brilliantly) set up to post the entries directly to my Blogger account, where I can read them easily. But when there's a flood of posts, Blogger only posts so many...and stops. The entries sit in the database waiting patiently for their turn.
And Jodi and I can't read slush until Blogger decides to release the posts.
So, yeah. Blogger's control issues are a bit frustrating. Jodi and I got through the first 30 entries yesterday, and as of this writing, Blogger still has the rest in captivity. When they're finally released, it will only be some of them. And I have no idea when.
Which makes it a little tricky to schedule our slush parties.
But no worries! They'll all come through eventually, and we'll get our list of winners sorted out in time. I just needed to have a rousing Blogger vent. I feel better now.
The saddest news in my life right now is that my beloved jodimitts are still missing. I know exactly where I left them (lying in the grass beside the parking lot of a church building) but when I returned to look for them, they were gone.
I contacted the church via their web site, and an Extremely Kind Person got right back to me and said he would look everywhere, inside and out, and get back to me ASAP. His kindness alone has given this mini-tragedy some meaning.
But seriously? Who would want my not-quite-clean, getting-kinda-ratty, too-small-for-most-people's-hands JODIMITTS? They can't possibly look beautiful to anyone else's eyes -- not after they've been loved into submission the way they have (Jodi would cringe). Surely somebody put them somewhere. Right?
Anyway. I do have another pair, so I'm not bereft of warm hands. It's just this was my first pair, sent as a cheer-up-Authoress gift, and I'm emotionally attached to them. They're irreplaceable.
Silly, I know. But there you have it.
So I'll be spending my weekend making my YA paranormal Very Shiny. At least, that's what needs to happen. I'm determined!
May your weekend be what you most desire it to be!