OK, so I really only had two goals on Mother's Day:
1. Go to the gym.
2. Write a chapter of LIAR SOCIETY 2 in the afternoon so I could spend my evening eating ice cream and dicking around on the interwebs.
Yeah, I like to dream big.
I'm proud to say I accomplished both things. I was particularly proud of my chapter because I managed to make it all about dodgeball. And really, who doesn't love dodgeball? I sent it off to Laura feeling very smug and titled the e-mail, "All yours! Happy Mother's Day BIATCH!"
You see when we've really hit our stride with a WIP the manuscript becomes a little like a hot potato. I love it when it's Laura's turn to write because it means I can watch TV and Tweet completely free of guilt.
So, imagine my surprise when I got the following e-mail sent back to me a few hours later:
"Your chapter is awesome, seriously. Dodgeball? Genius. But, you wrote it in present tense. Ha."
Yeah, for the record our manuscript is written in PAST tense. I'm an idiot. Please, please tell me you've done something this stupid when you've been swept up in your writing? I mean how does that even happen?
Onto more exciting news, cue the drumroll because we're ready to announce the winners of the signed copy of BEFORE I FALL and the copy of PICTURE THE DEAD....
Icy Roses (aka the gorgeous XiXi) you win BEFORE I FALL! Congratulations and send us your address! Hoorah!
Stina Lindenblatt (as you already found out on Saturday...) you've won PICTURE THE DEAD. This is probably old news for those of you who following us on Twitter or for those of you who have friended us on Facebook. As for the rest of you why aren't you following us anyways? We can be pretty entertaining in 140 characters or less. What's that you say? You don't Tweet? Well, just friend us. It's all synched up, baby. That's just how we roll.
Happy Monday everyone!
*Note to my Mom, Grandma and any other non-Tweeting, non-texting anti-acronym readers: FTW stands for "for the win." See, you really do learn something new everyday. You're welcome.
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