So, clearly, I am a wordy thing. And I’ve written a few pieces about how I’m hoping to do this writing thing professionally, even if I have to keep a day job. To that end, I’m entering a couple of different competitions. Winning entries get published, and that would take me one step closer to the dream.
And, well . . . I realize that it’s kind of presumptuous to think that, just because I’ve entered, or want to, I’ll win. I know that. I know that the odds are stacked against me because competitions like this are open to a wide range of contestants, and the judges aren’t impartial, because they are people and not robots, and there will always be someone out there who’s better than me.
But, yeah, I’m going to enter. I’m not going to expect to win, because that’s unrealistic. But not entering at all? Well, in that case, winning and getting published is impossible. I have to try, no matter how nerve-wracking and potentially-disappointing it might be. Trying might end in failure — might even be likely in this case — but not trying at all definitely ends that way.
So cross your fingers with me, and let’s hope I manage to dazzle the judges.
I think this goes without saying, but as we live in a world of rampant asshattery, please allow me to state for the record: this is my intellectual property. As such, please do not copy, circulate, edit, alter, take credit for, or otherwise appropriate this material without my express permission. Thank you.