Wood realizes her mistake too late. She stares at the screen in disbelief.
“I did NOT just hit send to submit!”
A blond avatar, beautiful in party gear of tie dye wrap with various accessories that cost big Linden loot, puts her hands to her hips. “You so did. BTW I’m not enjoying this party in SL. Send me someplace warm.”
Wood ignores Ms. Perfect on the screen. “Two days left before school and I can’t even read the whole frigging prompt! I’m as lame as my students on test days.” She holds the bridge of her nose. A head ache is brewing.
“Who in their right mind would want a scene written about sitting down to write a New Year’s resolution? How lame is that?” Ms. Perfect is tapping a well shod foot.
“Their first name IS Evil.”
“So do it over. No Big. You’ve known badder editing dudes than this Evil character.”
“There are no do-overs in publishing.” Wood beats the keys, sends Ms. Perfect to a free beach, clothes her in a bikini and admires the warmer scenery. She takes a big breath.
“Okay, so I have only six words left. My 2010 resolution is to publish.”