Sometimes it is difficult to turn loose of your babies (stories). That's how it feels for me right now. I just wrote a check entry fee for my first big $$$ writing contest, followed the guidelines to a "T" and inserted everything into the envelope. Tomorrow it will be on its way. I will have to wait until 2010 to know whether it was accepted, rejected or even considered for publication. I guess it's not the letting go afterall; it's the waiting that is bad.
I have a friend who is a plein air fine artist. Her paintings are so beautiful; I don't see how she can part with them. It is like letting go of a little piece of yourself.
I guess the bottom line though is how the creative, written word or painting impacts others.
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