No writing done as I am feeling the talent ebbing away following another discovery that I ddn't place in another competition. I didn't think I would (yes, that attitude really helps) and I'm OK with it but I still can't help feeling rejected. It must be the Aquarian in me that takes these things to heart. Why doesn't rejection make me more aggressive in the face of defeat. Why do my fingers suddenly lose the urge to dance gracefully across a keyboard and come up with something that kicks the ass of the last thing that I wrote. I enter competions to keep me writing something creative, however little but each time I don't place I lose the urge to write. I know I have to toughen up and keep writing.... and I will.
On a brighter note I have managed to sort out one of my things to do before I die (I know its usually before your 30 but I don't think I should think like that, I only have 2.5 years left till then - look at me I am sooooo optimistic). On Wednesday my classically trained neighbour is going to give me my very first piano lesson. I am quite excited. I will finally be able to make use of the keyboard/piano (keyno, piboard? - maybe not!) that my Dad bought me about 4 years ago.