I have shared before the fact that those of us who are pessimists are never unpleasantly surprised. We plan for failure, and cannot be destroyed by the worst that can happen. Being indestructible is a very good thing. In fact, it is a super power, just like the Incredible Hulk or something.
Yesterday a year’s worth of work and waiting came to an end. I reached the final round of the Chanticleer Book Reviews’ Rosetti Awards for YA novel writing. I had a second chance to win a prize and a second chance to be noticed by literary agents, publishers, and the reading public. But it ended the same way as the first chance did. Magical Miss Morgan didn’t win.
So, I have to rely on my super powers once again to navigate my way through the dark valleys where a body lands once we fall off the mountain we are climbing.
I spent a good deal of time this weekend doing little things to make myself feel better. I worked on my cardboard castle project. I took my daughter, the Princess, on a daddy-daughter date. We saw a very good movie, The Good Dinosaur from Pixar, and we had dinner at a Steak n’ Shake in Plano, Texas. Last night my wife and I watched the finale of Downton Abbey on PBS.
I am not devastated. I didn’t win. I didn’t get the boost I had hoped for in marketing and publication and seeing my stories in print. But the book still exists. There are still ways to get it published. And I still believe it is a very good piece of writing.
So being a pessimist and preparing for the worst held up as a super power. I should get a black cape and black tights. Gloomy Man to the rescue! Villains and opposers will find me indestructible. I will find a way to save the day!