chicating

I'm not worthy...even though he made
it take long.
Also, need to work on the ending for the piece for the flash-fiction contest(Sometimes I hate Flash, both for being tiny, and the "gotcha," endings.)
Also, why do I enter these contests?! I pretty much know that somebody who went to school in Iowa or Chapel Hill has more of a chance than I, and, yes, would also like to feel better about not being able to get that MFA...for a host of reasons, one being that the relative who might have had the money to help(Not sure that he does any longer, anyway, though) never really has believed in my talents that much.
Also, then again, if I cede ground because of perceived inferiority, how would I ever get better.(I've already drummed myself out of inspiring cripplehood...not sure what's left if the artist gives up too.)
Also, in the midst of a digestive reprieve, I can do anything*
(For all values of anything that are tiny and don't involve moving around a whole lot.