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Thursday, January 13, 2011
Disappointment barely touches my feelings today finding out that I am not one of the 10 semi-finalists in the Operation First Novel contest. I tried to prepare for it, but it still stings. I must admit a few tears slipped out and I spent the afternoon recovering at Golden Spoon and Payless Shoesource with my homeschooled daughter.
I promised to take you on this ride with me, good or bad, so I had to come here and show my sleeves- emotions and all. It's not that I had any delusions of grandeur, but I have to confess that I harbored dreams of adding "OFN semi-finalist" to my one-sheet, even dreams of winning. Those dreams have kept me company for so many months now that their disappearance feels awkward and unfamiliar and I grieve the loss of them. But disappointment is part of the journey. I know this. I also know that tomorrow or the next day I'll get to that place where I bolster my resolve and start gearing up to wow everybody at the conference. I'll pull out my manuscript and comb over it again. I'll tweak my synopsis till my brain hurts. I'll memorize my elevator-pitch. I'll tell myself that for all I know, I was number 11. I'll smack myself around a bit and then press forward. I always knew this wasn't my one and only shot.