Don't Worry, Be Happy

I'm posting today lest you all think I'm still mullygrubbing about. I had a good wallowing session yesterday (i.e., my blog post), followed by lunch with a good friend who's always known how to make me laugh, and finished off with the reading of my critique from the contest.

Y'all, I didn't hate it. In fact, I actually liked it and it made me feel pretty darn good about myself.

Here's part of what she said:

This is a very nice story! You do a particularly good job with characterization—your writing flows well. I really like the ending—the sister’s “sorry” can mean so many things she is sorry about. Great job! Thanks for sharing.

See? Not terrible. Now I will tell you that I didn't agree with one particular thing she said in another part of the critique, but neither did two other people who read it (thanks, Katie!), so I don't feel like I'm just ignoring her advice. Unfortunately, I can't see if you agree because my plan is for this little story to become the first chapter of my book and I'm not sure if it's a good idea to have that floating around on the internets. Right? I mean, what if I hit the big time and one of you tries to claim that this was your story and you wrote it first and then you'd sue me and I'd sue you and then we wouldn't be friends anymore and it just doesn't seem worth the hassle.

Anyway, I'm feeling a lot less Eeyore-ish today and am looking forward, wholeheartedly even, to the weekend. Thanks to AndreAnna's inspiration, I'm heading to the local farmer's market tomorrow to see what I can see. And eat.

Have a great weekend, everyone!