The announcement of my first writing contest came today.
Somehow I had managed not to worry about it in the two months between entering and receiving the news. But when my husband woke me at six with a steaming cup of coffee and a kiss (aaahhh...), my eyes opened wide and my first words were as romantic as his greeting, "Turn on my laptop!"
Unfortunately, I did not prove to be a fairytale, a prodigy. My first story written, my first contest entered did not earn the grand prize or even an honorable mention. But I feel surprisingly little disappointment. I feel real satisfaction in the piece I put forth, real pride in having put myself out there.
I had hoped to present that piece to you all now, but I don't have it! It is still in surgery with my hard drive. (Prayers they all make it out okay; it has been two weeks.)
But as this blog is, above all, a journal of my journey to publication, I wanted to share this moment. Hopefully I will get to quote Joan Cusack soon (any Hindmans reading this?).
The major positive? I can enter the piece again!