Maybe it's an unhealthy use of adrenaline, but I get excited about these contests. They play in the back of my mind, even on humdrum days. Like the old-timers, plodding away in poverty and dreaming of their ship coming in, I perform my routine tasks and go to work with this little secret tingling in the corners -- "I could win a contest on 9/30."
I haven't won a contest yet. With the crash that follows such a high of anticipation, you might be surprised that I still enter them at all. But the improvement in my writing skills each time makes it worth the effort, according to the logical side of my brain. And the thrills of hope are sufficient to counter-act the plummet of disappointment, according to the emotional part of my brain. So my contest-entering days are not about to end any time soon. And...someday...I'll win.
Did any of you enter Savannah's contest?
I forgot to enter.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck to you, I hope you win!
:D