Time to confess.
Time to get it off your chest.
Then time to bury it.
My confession: The last three contests I entered I didn't final in. Nope. Not even close. Never mentioned it in public. Humiliated.
Truth is when you've had significant positive results in contests you get a bit cocky and expect to final every time. That is so NOT pc to admit.
But I'm admitting it.
The really ugly truth is this is a competitive business. You know all those great suggestions you gave newbie authors when you judged a contest? Well the smart ones, the savvy ones...they took your advice, my advice. And they are running right behind us.
So if you want to keep on top of your game, published or unpublished...you have to continue to grow as a writer. You have to go to conferences, take online workshops, read, and generally live life.
We've had a lot of Genesis post-mortem around here. Wait til the non finaling Golden Heart results come back. OUCH!!
Contests are a 'crap-shoot' in that at any given time, you can have any given judge, who has any given set of pre existing conditions from: PMS to an aversion to the time period your book was set in or a mortal enemy named Jessica...btw the name of your heroine...
But, as we all know, contests are a huge training ground most of the time. They provide a cold read when we need it, a kick in the pants when we need it and a challenge to take our writing to the next level.
So it's Friday. As we gear up for another week of courting our dreams, lets lay our contest
frustrations on the ground, and bury them.
What's twisting your boxers?
Get it off your chest and we'll move on.
Oh, yeah, one more thing for me to lay on the ground before I move on.
Pissy thank you notes. Come on. If you are going to judge bash, have the smarts not to mail the note.