I’m not one to seek the limelight, but I do like a gold star. Writing competitively is half of the thrill of writing anything at all.
It’s not for the faint of heart or the thin-skinned. For every victory, there are dozens of rejections. Judges can be ruthless in their feedback, pointing out plot holes that make the entire narrative collapse, or suggesting the elimination of a character without whom you’re left with no story at all.
Obviously, I submitted my work for another round of scrutiny this season.
Now I wait for the gold star, or nothing at all.
