Like the Aztec gold on “Pirates of the Carribean”. The Beacon contest calls to me. It is sponsored by my home chapter of Romance Writers of America, the First Coast Romance Writers. http://www.firstcoastromancewriters.com/
I entered the contest the first time last year and had a ball. My writing sucked big time and the judges let me know that in the kindest, most constructive way imaginable. Don’t look at me like that, I’m serious!
The contest organizers did a great job of selecting and training judges to score fairly and say meaningful things, picking their battles and not overwhelming this rookie writer with EVERYTHING that SUCKED about my writing. They managed to do a wonderful job of focusing on what SUCKED the most, concentrating on the GRAND SUCK of the contest piece if you will. Their positive comments gave me hope and their realistic suggestions of how I could suck less were an inspiration that guided my self education this past year. Truthfully, I really don’t think they said sucked even once.
A few weeks ago, I went back and looked at the piece I submitted last year, to help me think about preparing for this year. I had to laugh. Were the judges BLIND. OMG they gave me a FOUR for THAT? Did they think it was freaking CHRISTMAS? I wouldn’t have given that a two!
Now another year has passed. I have a new Work in Progress that I have just finished the draft on. I’ve polished the first 30 pages as much as I possibly can given my level of expertise, or in moments, my lack there of.
There is good and bad with that. Every other day the WIP is utter brilliance, the likes of which rival . . . well everyone, anyone you would ever want to rival.
I am so ready to submit this new baby in the contest.
Which means, every other day from brilliance/dazzling/ wow I’m so Cool, my WIP is utter bull cookies, cracker, chips. . . Can this woman write a grocery list? She probably dictates her shopping needs into her phone! well you get the idea.
I’m so not ready to submit this new baby in the contest.
Hope springs eternal. Wouldn’t it be cool to finale or. . . squeeee!!! WIN?
Despair is forever. Wouldn’t it be cool to get comments that aren’t embarrassing, even if the embarrassing ones are actually true.
Each fledgling manuscript leaves my hands a hatchling baby trying to spread its wings and become a soaring eagle instead of a dirt bag suckyopolis with lousy conflict, unbelievable plot, flat one dimensional characters, and confusing meaningless dialog that drops a goose egg in the cosmic karma of the universe.
I’m not leaving my day job anytime soon.