Yucky

That’s how I feel.

I was feeling better. Am, generally, feeling better.

But there’s a sting seeing my friends promoting Justin’s entry (http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00121WEFU, Justin is generally a great writer, I’ll say more when I’ve read this story) and knowing I could have been right there beside him. And wondering if my friends think (in the nicest possible phrasing), “Gee, I guess Chrysoula has further to go than Justin does.” And the little voice saying, “I probably do misapprehend my own abilities as much as this could suggest.”

And I want to defend myself– point out all the excellent writers– finalists from other contests, even– who are not semifinalists here. No, really, I don’t suck. Honest. Please believe in me. Please don’t write me off. The judges were a random experienced Amazon reviewer+an Amazon editor. I could have gotten somebody who hated fantasy. (Or maybe I’m a fool.)

It’ll fade, it’ll pass, but as Justin himself said, “It’s tough when something attacks your identity.” The gyroscope of my self-image is definitely wobbling.