For the last year I have been dreaming of entering a contest. I’ve been writing seriously for 11 years and have only entered one small short story contest. Last year I stumbled upon the rules for the ACFW’s Genesis contest. An award for outstanding unpublished fiction.
The Hunky Hubby laughed at me, for many a night I could be found at the computer, cup of tea in hand, just reading and re-reading the rules for the contest. I wanted to enter so badly. I’ve held mock contests in preparation, in which my patient sister grades my mock contest entries as though she were a judge so that I could improve my work. I’ve dreamed and schemed and finally the reality of my dream has arrived.
This week I joined ACFW and entered two of my manuscripts in their Genesis contest. Next week after my best friend Sarah checks it over for grammatical horrors, I will enter a third and final manuscript for the judges perusal.
You may not consider paying $35 to have someone tell you what is wrong with your writing a soul-lifting heart-pounding dream…but I do. And it has come to pass. I have entered the contest and even if I come in very last, no one can take that away from me.