It suddenly occurred to me that I have passed another milestone and I should celebrate or at least mention it to people who will understand.
On Dec 8th I sent off an entry to the Writers Digest Short Short Competition. I got the email announcement for the competition but tossed it because it said the deadline was Dec 1st. Well I only saw the thing on November 30th. Not enough time I thought.
On the 3rd of December I got the announcement yet again only this time I opened it to discover they had extended the deadline to the 8th. Well, I thought to myself. Do I have anything I could revise and send?
Yes, I do, I said both to myself then foolishly to other people. I would send a little thing I did last year about Christmas, called, "Hot Chocolate". That little story provoked the most discussion I had ever seen at my local writer's club in Barrie. People wanted more, they wanted changes. They wanted this. They wanted that. What they really wanted was a happy ending.
Yes, it's a very sad story but Christmas is often not the wonderful pretend time we try to make it. Especially for a lot of children. I kept the ending. I believe it fits.
This year that story was brought up in a meeting and people still remembered it and felt very strongly about it. To quote the oldest writer in the room, who is a charming, very good, writer age 73, reminded me there wasn't a dry eye in the place when I had read it to them.
So, I figure, if people remember a story from a year ago it has something. That deserves a hearing.
I made a few tiny changes a word here, a word there and at the grand total of 1012 woods sent it off with a kiss.
There is a reason I'm telling you this story. It's a very simple reason. I have sent off a few small contest entries this past year. Didn't win. Didn't expect too.
This a fairly big world wide contest with a great first prize and the first twenty-five on the long list will be included in an anthology.
Stay with me now. I would love to win. That is certainly true. I could force myself to go to New York all expenses paid no problem. I would run around getting a new passport etc with a grin on my face. I would gladly take 2nd or 3rd place too and smile sweetly while I did it.
But, what I really want is in that anthology because I believe in this story. It deserves as wide an audience as I can find for it.
I sent it off and met the deadline and the promise I made to myself and to that story. I can do no more for it at this time. I have done all that I can for the story and a few more people will read it.
No, I don't expect to win but I kept faith with myself and that's what really counts.