I found out today that the story I submitted to that contest was not chosen as a finalist. I’m not surprised, it was my first ever attempt at competing in a story contest. My first rejection and I know it won’t be my last. I thought I’d be somewhat upset but I’m not because deep down I already knew how to improve and expand the story. Maybe I was hoping it wouldn’t get chosen. Perhaps, it can be made even greater than I feel it already is. Who knows, but what I do know is that it won’t be my last submission to a magazine or a website or a contest. This literary journey that I’m on is just beginning. I have too many ideas banging around in my head needing to be put into words and I just have this feeling that this journey is going to take me to a place in my life where I am supposed to be.
And I’m still working on the earworm interpretation. I’m facing another instance where nothing I write sounds right or fitting. I’ve written and rewritten pieces of paragraphs only to second myself and delete them. I guess what I’m saying is that I respect my readers and don’t want to present you all with some half-assed attempt just to post something. I’ll keep working on it though and hopefully be able to move forward with it. That is what I’m learning about writing, you can’t set a timetable to it, it will happen when it happens. Inspiration will strike when the time is right.