Whenever I submit something anywhere, I always feel like I’m submitting my soul away. Writing is and always will be personal. Letting someone else read what I have written is perhaps one of the hardest things to do. At least for me it is.
On one hand, I guess I shouldn’t really care too much. After all, it’s not like these competition judges/editors/writers know who I am. Which makes me wonder what happens when you’re famous. When everyone and their moms know your name. Then you have expectations to meet, standards to uphold.
I swear on anything, fame will be the death of me. That’s why I will enjoy my life right now when nobody really knows me. And I will try not to do anything insanely crazy, stupid, or astonishing. If I do, then I will pray that I won’t suddenly be in the spotlight and become so well known that I can’t live a normal, peaceful life.
I know I totally digressed from my point about submitting my soul away. So I guess I should end my post here before I start talking about unicorns and rainbows.
Then again, I’ve always wanted to write a story about a unicorn and incorporate the symbolic meaning of a rainbow into my novel.
Herminia Chow 