Please forgive me.
In January I declared a New Years’ Revolution of not entering any contests until this current manuscript is complete.
I can’t do it.
I’m a weak person.
I need a fix.
It’s not that I’ve been gifted an inheritance, won the lotto, or received my tax return. Yes, entry money is still an issue, it’s just not as big an issue as gaining valuable insight from someone who has an unbias opinion of my work. An anonymous opinion.
Just me and them : )
Don’t get me wrong, I love my crit partners, but I’m partners with them for a reason. I’m the *why are you doing this?* person of the group, Leslie is the sequencing genius, and Theresa is the obnoxious *nope, I don’t buy this scenario, you can do better* voice of reason. Brutal as they can be, I know they love me and they know what I’m capable of producing.
Sending my baby off to total strangers for more-than-likely negative comments is, in a bizarre way, exhilarating!! I don’t know them; they don’t know me. I’m writing in a new sub-genre. More than likely, no one will recognize this piece of work as mine. Whew, I’m safe, LOL! The feedback I’ll received is invaluable in determining the direction of my next multi-colored herring (ah, exclusive red is so boring).
And, let’s face it. . .I simply feel like I’m missing out on being part of a creative, energetic community. Yes, I’m selfish!! It’s kind of like self-sacrificing chocolate for a higher good that doesn’t exist!! What was I thinking????
It takes a village to raise a child; it takes the nation to raise a writer. As I send my newest child out into the world of red pencil and purple ink, I’m praying to God Almighty that He touches my work and directs it to those with the most insight for my oversights.
And maybe, my entry might prove a blessing to others.
Blessings to all of you during this month of love