Self is at the moment watching Animal Planet, a program on crocodiles, featuring plenty of close-ups of the endangered animals. Their great green eyes are round and unblinking and remind self of emeralds.
Self got the rejection letter from the National Endowment for the Arts in the mail today.
For a hot second, self contemplated taking the “high road.”
But only for a hot second. Self then spent the rest of the (gorgeous) afternoon thinking dark and ruinous thoughts. To wit:
- It was such a bear getting that application together, she had to download all kinds of software! She missed the deadline two years ago because she couldn’t figure out the instructions! Then spent the next two years plotting her application strategy! Which, as readers of the above lines already know, led to today’s unfortunate result!
- Self starts to think: some awardees will assuredly be first-time novelists or first-time published people! Hello, the old guard is passing on, and with them self, and let’s make way for the new! Might as well take self out with the trash! The middle-aged trash, that is! (As if the (more…)