The Beauty of Zero Expectations
Hope may be a heady thing, but it is also a joy killer
Ten years ago, I won a fiction writing contest judged by a Pulitzer Prize winner. It came with a $500 award. As one might imagine, I was positively giddy.
In my mind I spun out the future. This would be just the beginning of many such recognitions. Stories would lead to a novel. Maybe a movie…