I'm full-body cringing like a mo-fo. I have just submitted a short story to a rather prestigious competition. I'm not naive enough to believe I could be shortlisted in this thing but it was important to me nonetheless and I am about to smack myself out with all the face palming I'm doing given the mess I've made of it all.
I ummed and ahhed about entering at all given a set of health and child-related circumstances conspiring against me to get the story finished made more difficult by crippling self-doubt. But I made the final dash to the finish line thinking "Meh. What's the worst that could happen."
I stupidly read the "final" draft submitted at the 11th hour after a rushed sprint to the end, despite knowing I would be unhappy with it. It's riddled with errors - punctuation, missing words, asterisks in places I meant to revisit and rewrite but ran out of time to. AARRRGGGHHH.
Somebody help. In the scheme of things it means nowt, I know. But this was pretty important to me and now I've effed it up royally.