It was silly, really. The ladies who had brought me things from the LPGA had delivered several Good Housekeeping magazines, and I noticed they were having a short story contest. First prize was $3,000! Hey, I know how to write. I threw together a little story about a woman facing cancer and sent it off, half hoping it might be considered.
Today was the day the winners would be notified - I went so far as to mark my calendar. Nothing. Not a phone call or email. Oh, well. I could have used the money, but I know my eternal optimism is not universally shared. I suppose they found my ending somewhat unbelievable, even though not impossible. I'll be interested in reading the winning entry in February.
Anyway, I have other things on my mind at the moment. Not the least of which is the upcoming cantata. So I am spending my spare moments ingraining the music in my head. Better to think about that than a contest. My seal of approval will have to come from other sources!
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I want to read it!
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