Okay so I've spent the last couple of weeks like a chocolate bar on the dashboard. And remember it's still summerr. I'd been stressing over not making the finals of the first manuscript contest I'd ever entered. I didn't final in the Chick Lit Writer's Stiletto contest. And I hadn't gotten my results back, so I figured I was was world's worst fiction writer. Non-fiction was never this hard (how soon we forget).

But the results came via email, last night. Averaging the two scoresheets…