I configure winners for my contests at my own leisure. Whether it's the day after the contest ends or a month, I always post the winners for my contests so people know that it's officially over and the winner has been decided upon. If you don't like the way I do this, then you have two choices: deal with it or fuck off.
What I don't appreciate is people bugging the fuck out of me to choose a winner for my
Clockwork Angel contest. Let me give you some stats here - I had over 200 individual entries into this contest alone. Aside from tabulating the extra entries, I have to verify every single blog entered to make sure it's even eligible to be entered. Now, usually I can tabulate the entries at work but seeing as how most
bloggers work off of Blogger, and Blogger is blocked on my work server, I can only count those entries in one place - home. And it's not like I'm sitting around with my thumb up my ass all summer. So forgive me for not feeling like staring at a computer screen for an additional 6 hours on top of my 9 hours at work because those pains in the ass so fucking demand a winner that I am somehow obligated to just stop my life and serve them.
Fuck. A. Duck.
So chill the fuck out and cut it the fuck out with the rude fucking comments. I don't give a fuck how fast anyone else gets those winner announcements out. Good for fucking them. I don't have mine out yet. If you don't see a post announcing the winner, then you've answered your own question without even having to ask it. So stop asking. Any more rude fucking comments and your name is getting yanked from the master list. Keep it the fuck up and I'll pull the contest entirely and pass the book onto someone of my own biased choosing.
Remind me next time I go to BEA to not waste my fucking time getting something people want because they're obviously not fucking grateful for even having the chance to win it. Or at least if I do, pass it on to someone whom I know will actually appreciate the effort instead of feeling like
I owe
them something. As if I should be grateful to get the opportunity serve them.
You caught me at a real bad fucking time, people. Work's got me wound so fucking tight my
asshole's sucking up rocks and it's been almost two years since my last fucking vacation. So go ahead. Make my fucking day.
Dylan Flack never wanted to leave New York City for Florida, but his mother's death changed everything. Drifting further away from his father and losing sight of his future, Dylan stumbles through a hot summer as a caddy. But a sighting of the Blessed Virgin Mary brings hundreds of worshippers to town, including the beautiful and mysterious Angela, who leads Dylan to the life-changing realization that faith requires wanting something badly enough to take a risk. (book back blurb)
song can heal a wound and a shadow can work deep magic. As the wood-carver's daughter, Kate held a carving knife before a spoon, and her wooden charms are so fine that some even call her "witch-blade" - a dangerous nickname in a town where witches are hunted and burned in the square.
