Today I saw a fun thing to try on Annie Rayburn‘s blog and jumped in. ;-) Sure enough it took a sample of my writing and thought I was a guy, too. (Go try it, it’s fun.) So, she and I both are ‘butch chicks’.
On Saturday, I found out at the GRW meeting that this:
THE DADDY ISSUE BY MELISSA BECK (Congrats, Melissa!)
is another GRW member. That makes 3 of us vying to be the winner in the same category of the same contest: Laurie. Being of a curious nature, I asked her if she received a call. She hadn’t. A friend had e-mailed her congrats and that’s how she found out.
She makes the 6th person I’ve heard this from, and I know of one author in the published division that had the same thing happen. I know one of the chapter members at SMRW and asked her ‘what gives’. I thought all RWA contests called the finalists and notified them. She was as clueless as I was. But one thing led to another and I ended up writing a letter to be posted on their chapter loop, expressing my views.
Wait, wait. Before you get all indignant, I was nice. I simply stated that there were few kudos to the aspiring writer. Finalling in a contest is one of them. The excitement of that call can get you through a lot – the next rejection, not winning after all, not being asked for a partial–lots of things. But in this case there was – nothing. I found out through friends online congratulating me because they’d seen the list released or had been a judge or something. It didn’t feel official. Like me, others who learned they’d finaled didn’t believe it at first because it wasn’t through official channels.
I also thanked the chapter for their efforts in putting on the contest and judging. I felt I was fair. So why is it that I feel bad for having written the letter? Is it because of the gender thing? If I really was a guy, I’d probably slough it off. Kinda like scrimaging in football. You knock a guy on his ass, then go have a beer with him. But women are taught to get along, make nice, be sweet.
Well, I felt a little cheated, and I expressed myself. Nothing wrong with that, right? Time to move on.
How’s that for a butch chick?