Last year I entered a writing contest for unpublished novelists. It was my second year of entering the same manuscripts, and I had high hopes. When I got the lower-than-expected results, I collapsed like a $2 suitcase. I can’t tell you exactly why it upset me so much, but it did. I cried buckets of tears. My heart broke. All I wanted to do was curl into a ball, pull up the covers, and quit.
That’s where “F” comes in –