Sigh

It is weird to know the entry date has come and gone for the contest I entered. I can wait and wait and never hear anything about this again, I know that. That is an odd feeling, to have put something out into the universe I may never hear from again.

That said, the wind is a bit low in the sails for writing. I write slow, I write deliberately. I have an idea brewing, a story half written, but for some reason I can't put it to paper. I know I'll get there, but it is slow going.