To paraphrase: all the world’s a competition and all of us are running.
Back from the piano competition, DD did not win. But in a real way she did. She had a marvelous time, made good friends, and did very good work.
And best of all- we felt wholeheartedly that the winner was *the right one*. This, oddly, makes all the difference.
I feel the same about all the writerly competitions I seem to have inadvertently gotten myself into. I don’t see them in the making as DD does hers, but we are always in competition- for a slot on a publisher’s list, an award, or even a reader’s time.
When I feel the winners are superb and wholeheartedly deserving, I am glad to be anywhere on the periphery of their sphere. When I don’t- oh, you see those kvetchy posts on writers’ blog/tweets/chat-boards. I try not to lament much in public, but I feel it just as much.
So this was one good excursion, and now I’m back.
Almost. Just in case you think this was all fun and games, I’ll share some of the hair-raising dangers you don’t want to run into in the dead of night. Yup, this from the still undisclosed location we were in.
Lookie here now …
It's an Al eat Al world out there.