It appears that after a good day, we have to have a crash. And today I crashed quite spectacularly, late afternoon, after receiving the news that I haven’t been shortlisted for the WriteNowLive program.
The odds weren’t in my favour – we were trimmed from over 2000 to 150, seen in three groups of 50. From each of those groups around 14 will be shortlisted, and from those 42, 10 will be chosen to be mentored for a year. I was very hopeful of getting on to the shortlist after positive feedback from the editor I saw in Birmingham, but as the days passed after the event, my hopes faded away, to be dashed completely today by a rejection.
I am not ashamed to say that I cried. Yup, sobbed. And I spoke to a couple of other people via twitter who were going through exactly the same thing, and tomorrow we’re going to pick ourselves up and get going again, but today, it’s OK to feel bad.
Before all of that, it had been an OK day. I think I forgot to take my painkiller last night, which wasn’t the brightest move ever, as both my shoulder and hip stiffened up through the morning. And I needed to shop, which quite frankly I hate doing, and in order to shop, I had to meal plan, so it was never going to be the most fun day of the week.
Smallest bobbled in and out with her new journal. She drew the foods she liked, and created another story book, and requested spelling of quite a large number of words for it. Wonderful to see her emergent writing, which is developing very quickly. She loves drawing as well, and is very creative. She even fetched one of the books she bought herself yesterday and read me a couple of pages which was lovely to hear.
Small played the guitar for quite a lot of today, which I also enjoy hearing. He’s using my old electric, which is sorely in need of some new strings, but is benefiting from no longer living in a cardboard box in the loft.
And as for Tigerboy – he is very very fixated on gaming at the moment. I’m torn between letting him play himself out and hoping to distract him from it somehow. Smallest does try to draw him away, and succeeds for a while here and there, but I think I need to get him outside a bit more often. Difficult when I’m often stiff and tired though.
Wordcount today is a big fat 0, but at least I have drawn, and I have pictures of the sky. (I have done some pondering and planning, I have more scenes in my head that will fall out onto keyboard/paper very soon.) I also have some plans on how to make the housework more of a team effort so that my writing can be more of a regular occurence.
Tomorrow I have things to do, so now I’m off to bed.
Am I boring you yet?
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