Sunday, the announcement came: Jennifer Ruth Jackson didn't win the contest. Well, it didn't say that... exactly. But, sometimes, it's what isn't said.
I'd hoped for a different outcome, of course. The hundreds (maybe) of other people who lost with me were undoubtedly wishing for a different outcome, too. At least I wasn't alone late Sunday afternoon.
Now, life's been rough lately (understatement, really) so I thought I'd be hating myself (more) for even entering (paying money for) the contest. But I didn't. It went over fairly well. After an hour of "oh, shucks", I was making plans to enter two "no-fee" contests next week.
People say writers must have a thick skin. I don't. Mine is like rice paper. And yet... it didn't phase me that much. It surprised me. We'll see if I can keep forging on after Poetry Magazine rejects me for the 10,000th time in the last five years...
Have you ever reacted in a way (good or bad) that surprised you? When was your last small victory in the writing business?