Still waiting on the results of a writing contest I entered.
What if I didn’t at least become a finalist? Keep working hard, reading, attending workshops, etc.
What if I made the cut? Cry tears of joy. And continue doing the above.
I often remind myself Robert Pirsig’s novel, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, was rejected by more than 130 publishers before being accepted. It then became a best-seller.
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I was a little discouraged to lose out on a writing contest. When I saw the winner of one magazine’s latest contest, it really made me think of something. Theme has to do with going into a bar. As I read the winner’s story, I kept thinking, “What was the point of this story?” Read it over again and kept concluding the same thing. From this, one can come to two conclusions: either I’m so far behind as a writer that I can’t recognize good writing or that this winning entry really, really sucks and that I can have some success if I work hard and keep submitting.
There was a previous contest where I submitted what I thought was a good story, saw what won and wondered why such a mediocre piece of writing would win. Maybe I’m whining, or maybe the magazine’s judges just have really bizarre standards.