Little Celebrations

So, it’s official. I’ve submitted a short story to a reputable writing contest.

scared-childI’m extremely nervous whether or not they’ll enjoy my story as much as I do, but I’ve decided to jump in (even if that includes me hiding in anxious solitude until the results come in). It’s empowering to know I’m taking the chance and putting some of my best work out there to be criticized.

If it actually places everyone in the entire world will hear about it, of course. (Billboards, television & radio commercials, and bumper stickers are all possible ways I’m considering sharing my success.) I’ll probably start off with a happy-dance with my family and then move on to screaming about it indefinitely, so hopefully everyone will not tire of my daily vocalized celebrations.

happy-dance
wineIf I don’t place in the contest, I will cry I will still share that here, but probably won’t be screaming it aloud all over town. I’m certain I will learn something from this experience either way, so here’s to learning! *insert clinking wine glasses for my toast* (It’s almost noon and I’m of legal age, so I’m allowed a glass of wine – don’t judge me.)