I resolved a while back to start submitting stories to writing contests on a regular basis. I thought maybe it would keep me writing new stuff. I also hoped I might actually win one. . . long shot, I know, considering how many entries they get and that lots of the folks submitting are MFA students who are daily receiving counsel from their professors. That's one advantage I don't have.
But here's the upside: there are writing contests everywhere out there . . . a dime a dozen. I get an email about once a month naming just SOME of the contests out there, and the list is normally about 20-30 contests long. The trick, of course, is to find one that is looking for the right genre (sorry, I don't write science fiction). I usually have a few from which to choose in that regard. Then I must choose the ones that I can afford to enter . . . entry fees on these things are frequently $20 and under, luckily. Not usually a problem there.
But they all want fresh material that hasn't already been published. Ha! The nerve! I have lots of short stories and part of a novel saved on thumb drives and such, but very little of it is, in my estimation, worth sharing yet. So that leaves me working to produce fresh material. Not a bad thing, considering that was one of my goals in the first place.
Ok. So I sent a new short story to a contest yesterday. Thus it begins. No one had read it, other than me. I know, I know, that's a big mistake. I didn't even have anyone proof it. I'm not overly optimistic about winning or anything, but at least I have entered my first contest. Now that my feet are wet, it is no longer some mysterious process where I imagine I will need to light a candle and turn around three times while wearing a green hat and blue goggles.
I'll keep you all posted on my contest-entering progress! Here's hoping it will keep me churning out a good crop of fiction.
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