So, despite my qualms to the contrary, I entered a small contest held by several authors I hold as personal idols. Results came out this week - nada for me.
I struggle with this in some ways because it’s like I have some weird multiple personality disorder with it.
I was excited and knew I had good stuff and thought I might be good enough to win.
I knew I had enormous competition in published authors and my scene wasn’t nearly as hot or edgy as theirs.
I “knew” I probably didn’t stand much of a chance - but I was still holding out hope.
The contest got drawn out more and I kept holding out hope.
We got the results and nada. So I was bummed.
I hope I remember this next time I get the bright idea to enter a writing contest. Now I’m sorta depressed and feel crappy about the project as a whole.
Sigh
Obviously I should just swear off any kind of contests.
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