I've been obsessing for the past two weeks about Cheerios. Not the actual cereal, although I do eat that every morning, with blueberries, but about the Spoonfuls of Stories contest. I submitted three stories and worked an obscene number of hours on each. The winner's story is published with illustrations, and how cool would it be for Baby Bird to learn to read with a story that its mama wrote?So that's the reasonable reason why I want to win. The other reason for my all consuming Cheerios madness is that I want the outside confirmation-- the stamp of approval from an independent judge that something that I think is snazzy is indeed officially so. Usually I have one selfish thing that I wish about on a regular basis. When the digital clock turns 11:11, when the blinking red hand that marks cross walks stays blinking the entire time that I dash across the street-- these are the things I wish on.
Right now all my wishes are going to baby, so I haven't given a psychic call out to Cheerios. Tomorrow is the deadline for notification, and I know that when I don't hear from them, I'll be fine, bounce back, probably enter a mad spat of other contests to make up for the loss-- but today? Today I really really really want to get that phone call.
