Did it. Entered the Rosebud writing contest. A day before the deadline, but still... I have no illusions about winning the top prize, but I would like to be a runner-up.
Also, M sent a cool postcard from Arizona. Cacti as far as the eye can see!
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And then waiting to hear (even though you have no illusions) is a little like waiting to die. You know the big disappointment (that onrush of debilitating humiliation) is coming but... what if it doesn't. What if this time you win and there really is a heaven and you're not going to fall beneath the wheels and die? What if this time you're finally going to fly. What if?
Good thing there's pleasure in the process, the mellowing agents of wine and jazz and the words when they come. Can't be beat.
Probably not but what if?
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