A Twist of Things to Come

I'm on the edge of basically feeling like crap. I've just realized that I may well lack the courage to submit my current short stories to *any* market. All my arguments to other people, urging them to submit stories to the pro markets first... nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? Complete crap.

I am a big ol' hypocrite, because I can't take my own freaking advice. *sigh*

First off, I do not feel as confident with short stories. There are two I have that are decent, and I should probably send somewhere rather than futzing over them forever, but still.

On the other hand, let's face it -- I'm a bit long in the tooth to be a shrinking violet. I should be tougher than this.

In teh end, the only thing I'm really pleased about at the moment is the baby bird. When I went out today, I saw the mother bird fly out of the shrub and heard the little tweeter in its nest. (I know it's the same one, as there were no other birds in the nest when I put that one back in it.)

My kids think I'm a hero. They think I'm brave and competent. Me, I'm not feeling it so much just now. Oy.