Well, I'm starting to think if maybe you are one of those spring chickens who applies for every single contest in every category, maybe you deserve to get a lot of rejections. I'm just saying, anonymous and I were talking how we just decided we're too old to apply and voila, no more rejections! Problem solved.
Don't take it personally, WR. It seems to be the latest craze - see your September 19 entry. Indie: tried that years ago. You're right - it was magical. All of a sudden there were nothing but bills in my mailbox again. But I missed the sight of my handwriting on the envelopes, I guess...
You know what, WR? I make an effort to read these prize-winning things, and they have nearly made me cross-eyed. When I like something, it seems that it won as a fluke and is pointed out as such (case in point, "The Ceiling," an O. Henry winner), so what do I know? So I stopped entering these competitions. And I learned something about myself: What other people like or respond to is irrelevant, unless you care for the bloodsport itself, in which case I say, Let the games begin.
I think these are all models. I mean, come on! Three of them are SMILING. What true authors ever have the energy to smile broadly for a camera? They're too exhausted from meeting deadlines and papering their walls with rejection notices!
I got this in the mail again today. I guess because I submitted work in two categories: fiction and nonfiction. Double jeopardy!
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Well, I'm starting to think if maybe you are one of those spring chickens who applies for every single contest in every category, maybe you deserve to get a lot of rejections. I'm just saying, anonymous and I were talking how we just decided we're too old to apply and voila, no more rejections!
Problem solved.
Don't take it personally, WR. It seems to be the latest craze - see your September 19 entry.
Indie: tried that years ago. You're right - it was magical. All of a sudden there were nothing but bills in my mailbox again. But I missed the sight of my handwriting on the envelopes, I guess...
You know what, WR? I make an effort to read these prize-winning things, and they have nearly made me cross-eyed. When I like something, it seems that it won as a fluke and is pointed out as such (case in point, "The Ceiling," an O. Henry winner), so what do I know? So I stopped entering these competitions. And I learned something about myself: What other people like or respond to is irrelevant, unless you care for the bloodsport itself, in which case I say, Let the games begin.
I think these are all models. I mean, come on! Three of them are SMILING. What true authors ever have the energy to smile broadly for a camera? They're too exhausted from meeting deadlines and papering their walls with rejection notices!
Q-Woman
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