Just sent a short story off to a contest.
This is incredibly hard; to send a carefully crafted youngster off into the Big, Mean World. The world will not only judge the creator -- me -- but my darling little tale.
Competition is hard for me. I didn't come wired for this. I don't relish the thought of getting into the ring of prizefighting authors and duking it out for the title of Best, Winner, Champion.
Recalling the advice from a trainer: I tried to concentrate on the story, not the contest. By working on crafting the best tale I'm capable of at this time, I have control. I cannot control the competition.
An olympic swimmer would be concentrating on every tiny movement that makes them a better swimmer. Then they go to competitions to see how they're doing compared to others. Right now I'm concentrating on every tiny facet of crafting a better story. And now I've gone to a competition to see how I'm doing compared to others.
Maybe tonight a glass of wine and hot bath. A person deserves any wee reward for joining the fray, don't you think? What would you recommend?
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