I just checked my e-mail to prove to myself that I could check my e-mail at home. I shouldn't have. There was a message from the people who sponsor the Phil Levine Poetry Contest. I've been waiting for about three months for this e-mail. Unfortunately, the news wasn't great. It wasn't even good. I didn't win. I wasn't even a finalist. I really thought I had a shot with this book. I worked harder on this manuscript than I did on my MFA thesis. It has better poems in it and holds together better. I'm really tired of disappointment.
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I said I was going to write another post tonight if I got the wireless up and running at home. Here it is. Not very uplifting, I'm sorry to say. I shouldn't have checked my e-mail. I should have just basked in the success of my WiFi.
Saint Marty pretty much feels like a loser tonight.
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