It pains me to no end that I fell short of the Winner's Certificates in '03 and '04. This is one of my life's greatest regrets. I see those empty years and I feel nothing but sadness inside. I wish I could go back in time and redo those years with a little more gumption, but then I don't think my '05 win would have been as sweet, or mean as much to me. And that book prompted me to write its two sequels, which, despite their lack of certificates, make up in my mind for those two missed years.
So now, I'm sitting on seven complete rough drafts. There is no excuse for not having something submittable from this pile of words, so I'm declaring 2009 to be The Year of Mighty Edits. I'm going to force myself to learn the art of editing, or die trying. Hopefully death will not occur. That would be depressing.