I'm in a pit looking up this morning _ figuratively, of course, but always a little less so on a Monday.
The deadlines have passed. I've submitted my play to two different competitions. In the pit, you hope the big hand of Recognition will appear from out the clouds and pick you up from the muck.
But I must remind myself that...
a.) It's more than likely I'll be rejected.
b.) There are at least 2,500 other people trying to do this in Chicago.
c.) I should just get back to work and not worry about it.
In real news, Erika won a $100 prize for the best poem at Loyola University this year. Congratulate her the next time you spot her. She's definitely earned it.