Happy Pride Month! 

Of course, you know I was going to enter this contest.

I put Ancilla into the HATS category (which is basically ex miscellanea that doesn't categorize easily elsewhere). I need to complete my payment. I'm behind on my reading. I had a boatload of contest judging reading to complete, and I am between judging now, so this week will have to be the week, I think. 

Oh, wait. JUNE 7 IS THE HARD DEADLINE. AND ANCILLA HAS YET TO BE ACCEPTED. Gee, I know what I'm doing tomorrow...

ANOTHER UPDATE

Tried to find my HATS judge, tried to find their book, and... well, well, well. Guess who BLOCKED ME! 

So THAT'S why Ancilla was never accepted as an entry in the HATS category! And to think I never would have known if I hadn't had to update my contest book to keep track of what I'd entered in, whether or not I won or placed, etc. 

I have exactly ONE DAY to read Taste of Home - assuming the author is okay with accepting my last-minute application to switch from entering HATS to entering Paranormal. 

FML.

YET ANOTHER UPDATE (AND PROBABLY THE LAST ONE) - as of the morning of June 6, 2024, I am so dreadful that it's not just Pixelmum who blocked me. Oh, no. Shortly after working out a last-minute payment arrangement with the Paranormal judge, 

I went to read their awesome-looking chupacabra book, Taste of Home, and that book, too, was no longer available. Neither was the judge. 

Naturally, that got me suspicious, so off I went to the contest page. Guess who's been blocked and muted by the entire Rainbow Book Club from all their contests, communities, and members!

Going by the timestamps, this was a matter of extreme urgency - I was told "Sure, I'm happy to judge you" at 5.45 am today, and I found out about the block at a little after 8.30 am. 

Apparently, something went down in their Discord server (that being the easiest, quickest way to hold emergency community meetings) and there was a decision made to bar me from accessing anything Pride. All members were ordered to block and mute me immediately.

Must've been my deodorant. Not that I'll ever know for certain. 

They don't like me. They want me to go away. I'm not allowed to play with them. I'm not cool enough. And I smell. 

I guess that means my life is ruined forevermore.