Critique partner #3 won a scholarship to San Francisco Writer's Conference this weekend.
Plus I found out today that CP#1 is (and has been for a while) a working writer who is actually paid for her words!!!
I'm genuinely happy for all of them. But at the same time, I'm wondering what the heck have I been doing all this time?
In my own not-so-humble mind, I'm at least as talented as sis. I'm the original critique partner who had the guts to tell her "this sucks" when no one else would.
Maybe it is the old adage, those who can, do, those who can't, teach? Or in my case, those who can, write. She who can't, critiques?
Although, in sis' case, she teaches at the university level as well as writes so there goes that theory...
It is one of the days when I feel extremely sorry for myself, like I should just box the thing up and put it in the attic. Plus it is raining and cold out. Do you hear the violin music? It's a pity party!