Life Rules
2/28/15 I
have another life rule. You may remember that my life-rule number
one is Don't
assess your life when you are sick.
That includes depression and failure. This rule has kept me sane
through much tribulation, although I've had it relatively easier than
most. My friend Steve has just moved into an old double-wide with a
hoarder. Still, asking yourself the question, What has my life
amounted to? when you feel like shooting yourself in the head, is,
well, not a very wise combination.
I have been trying to
enter the Genesis competition, sponsored by the American Christian
Fiction Writers group, or association, or something. I fell into
this by accident. The group was mentioned on the back of a book I
came across, and liked it enough to read it all the way through. The
author, C.E. Laureano, was either a finalist or a winner of that
contest. She is also a martial artist. Anyway, I'm still trying to
enter, but the entry form won't accept my data. So I emailed the
contest coordinator, and she put a technician on my case, a Becky
Yauder. I was waiting to hear from her as to why my data isn't
acceptable. I've attached both the files for my picture, and the
entry pages for her to examine. I thought she had already responded,
but it was just a Welcome to our organization. Her are some contacts
you can make: Bible studies, churches, prayer groups, and writing
circles. I'm under-whelmed. And it is about this time of night that
I wonder if my writing is any good, or that my entry is good enough.
I've already had to shorten it to format it to their submission
specs. I am sorely tempted to bring the entry material up and
re-write it. Which brings me to my second rule: Don't
work on your art when you are stoned, or
tipsy, or bloated with cinnebons. I'm already a fool often enough.
Garbage in, garbage out. It's like the best artist rule.
Theoretically, I'm speaking.
I took my flash drives to my daughter Heather's house, to use her computer, because,
obviously, mine was diabolical, and mad at me. It wasn't the computer. I went through the process of uploading all my data, and then took my flash drives out of her computer. She stopped me, saying, "You should probably leave those in until after you send in the entry form. That's a lot of data, and the form will probably want to draw on those again during the uploading." Wow. Why didn't I know that? Because I'm an old fart? The form went through perfectly. I felt so stupid. But that brings me back to rule number one. 
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