I submitted a memoir piece last night. Right after I pushed "submit" all my clocks were showing 11:11. If this piece doesn't go anywhere it missed its lucky chance!
Although I made sure that everything was grammatically correct and that I had fulfilled all the entry requirements, I submitted this writing without first checking out the winners of past contests. Janet Burroway was one of them. She put together the text that we used in our creative writing class last year and had some awesome credentials and publication in her repertoire. I, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to put in the space for my credentials. I wondered if that would be an immediate strike against me--do they want prestigious writers on the winners' page? But you have to start somewhere, hmmm?
For the NC Wildlife photography competition, I also didn't check the previous winners until after I had emailed my entries. I still felt proud of my photographs after looking at them.
For you seasoned writers out there, this may seem old hat. But you remember. It takes some nerve to put your stuff in front of other people. At this point, I don't even mind a rejection letter because I'm feeling proud of the BOLD (yes, Peggy, and thank you!) moves that I made in the past few days.
I'm off to see Andrew Harvey tomorrow and Saturday. I'll be a peaceful activist when I get back!