Tonight will be no different. I checked my university e-mail a few hours ago, not even thinking about the poetry contest I entered a few months ago. Really, the thing I was thinking about was an order from Amazon I needed to make. Well, there was a message from the book press that sponsors the contest. The message said it all in the memo line: Esteemed poet Xavier NoTalent names Jamie Mediocre's "Sucking Ass" Winner of the Pretentious Poetry Prize. Yes, names and titles have been changed to protect the innocent.
I am not angry or jealous. I'd pretty much given up hope of winning this contest. However, that little e-mail sort of took the wind out of my sails. I don't feel like doing a whole lot of anything now. I'm going to wallow for a few hours. In fact, I'm going to take the gold medal in wallowing tonight. Even the Chinese aren't going to beat me.
I know there are a lot of really good poets out there. I know that a lot of really good poets entered this competition. I know that some really good poets never win contests or awards. I know all that. It still doesn't take the sting out of that e-mail. Some days, being a poet sucks.
Saint Marty needs to go turn off the lights and sit in a dark room for a while.
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