It's rather fitting that some things come to a close on this day -- the last day of the year. I submitted my last entry into the Rooglewood contest this morning. I can hardly believe it took me until the day of the deadline to send it in because I'm usually earlier than that. And, even with the extra time I took, I still felt a little bit like maybe I could have done better if I had more time. But there was no feeling of regret when I hit "send." Mostly it was just a prayer that Rooglewood would hear the heart of the message when they read it and that maybe, if I win, they could help me bring the full potential out of my little story. And there was also a feeling, after working on these stories for more than six months, that it felt good to close that chapter and move on to the next one. I did it. I wrote them. And I'm really proud of them. Last year, the act of hitting "send" on my contest entry catapulted me into an anticipatory state....
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ReplyDelete"So calm we can hear our hearts pounding." Yep. Pretty much. I spontaneously decided to speed-read my entry last night. *groans* I'm reminded of all the parts I'm unsatisfied with AND all the parts I love!
Can't wait to party on Saturday!
I have a feeling the same thing would happen if I were to read through mine. I pulled it up on my computer to pull out a snippet to share in an "interview." And the little page that I read was like that for me.
DeleteI'm just over hear quietly dying, don't mind me ;D
ReplyDelete~ Savannah | Scattered Scribblings
Hahahaha! Don't die on me yet, girl! We've got to see our stories through to completion, wherever that takes us!
DeleteThat picture sums everything up perfectly! The anticipation!
ReplyDeleteI posted it on Facebook today since you liked it. ;)
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