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You Want Me to What?

Just got off the phone with a volunteer from the Missouri Literary Festival. I found out some interesting information. There were roughly 30 entrants and the winner lives in Oregon. The third place winner is local. Apparently I’m to have a fan base as well. Not only do I get to be accompanied by husband, but mom, her husband, my aunt and cousin, and mom’s two second cousins are coming as well. It’s a little bit embarrassing, getting that much attention. Mom asked if I would be nervous reading it out loud. Yeah, I probably will be. It’s all I can do to be brave enough to read at critique. The volunteer said I’d have 10-15 minutes to be on the little stage. I almost flunked speech class in college. Funny, because I lettered in speech and drama in high school. I ought to be used to being in front of crowds, I loved acting, even did a year where I had a partner and we did impromptu. That was fun. But when I went to college, the first speech I ever gave, I froze behind the podium and ever…


I don’t care what anybody (i.e. my husband – he says if you didn’t get first you didn’t really win) says, it’s a spectacular win. I wish I could say I was utterly brilliant, but that wasn’t the case or I would have gotten first, but I’m not going to pout and be disappointed over winning second place in the short story contest at the Missouri Literary Festival. I was under the impression it was state-wide. Er, apparently anyone in the country could (and did) enter. I’m floored. State is good, but national is astounding. I’d given up. I thought, if they haven’t called by the middle of September, they aren’t going to call. I figured with trying to arrange everything, they’d call early. It wasn’t a big deal, I had already shrugged it off and clearly I’ve been focusing on strategies for NaNo. For Everything A Time is good, but I just thought well, someone else was better, no biggie. It’s poignant, but maybe poignant wasn’t what they were after. Alright, someone else was better, but I stil…