Obiter Dictum

We’re different pictures in the same frame; beneath the paint the canvas never changed.

I had set a task for myself to write a short-story to enter in the Writer’s Digest Your Story competition for October.

As anyone who knows me might imagine, I have put it off over and over again. I keep listing for myself the manifold reasons that I could not possibly win. I regularly remind me of the potential embarrassment that could result from making my writing public. And on and on and on.

This morning, though, I decided that none of those excuses or lines of reasoning matter much. There is nothing, really, preventing me from submitting, other than fear. And fear means Mr. Ego is back in the driver’s seat, doesn’t it? It isn’t like submitting a story is life threatening, after all.

So, type away, I did. Submit, I have. We shall see how it goes. Perhaps in a month’s time I can add “published author” to my list of accomplishments. If not, I think I’ll just try it again.