This would be why I'm now checking my email every five minutes.

I've been mostly internet-absent of late, which you may or may not have noticed. Okay, so I like to lurk a lot and sometimes you can't tell if I've been viewing things or not, IS THAT A CRIME?

Ahem.

I don't even know what I'm saying here.

Oh right, internet absence and WHY. Well, you see, after the whole debacle with getting my computer to work again, I decided the best thing to do would be to apply for a short story workshop. Despite the fact that it's 6 weeks full time study on campus, and it would probably cost in excess of 5 thousand dollars to go there, and the workshop I decided to go for receives thousands of applications and only accepts 18 students, and I've never really edited anything I've written. No big deal!

(Fortunately the last two parts about how I'm not going to get in neatly cancel out my qualms about the cost. :P )

So this last week I've been focusing on trying to edit four of my short stories. I use the term "trying," because most of what I've learned is how terribly ignorant I am. My knowledge of the mechanics of making stories better is sadly, (tragically,) lacking. Even if I don't get in, I want to try to keep editing my stories.

And there my hope slipped out, because I said "even" if I don't get in, instead of "when" I don't get in, which I should of. I mean, I know what I submitted wasn't professional quality, it was too rough in ways I don't know how to smooth down yet. It treally wasn't great. But at the same time it was the most polished stuff I've ever written. I want to say "Oh, man, look at that line I wrote, wasn't it awesome, that'll definitely get me in, even if the rest was creepy and had plot holes I only realized this morning!"

I also stayed up till 2am this morning putting my submission together. One of the hazards of the deadline closing at Midnight PST, and me being 4.5 hours earlier. :P

I have no ending to this post.

I'm hoping against hope. Be well!