So, I submit a short story to a competition and I actually won. It blows my mind that after my writing has been rejected by different platforms I follow that up with winning this thing in the fiction section. There were three categories: Poetry, Fiction, and Creative Non-fiction.
I entered the poetry one as well, but I’m not much of a poet and only wanted to hedge my bets. My interests and, I think, strengths, are solely in fiction.
I won. I have a reading to go to this Thursday and on April 5th I’m going to attend some recognition ceremony. It feels really good to be reminded that I’m a capable writer. I’m not just doing this because I love it, but because after years of writing, almost my whole life (if you count the ‘book’ I wrote when I was 8 or 9), I’m actually kinda good at it. Will I ever be a top tier author like Stephen King or Dean Koontz or some of the other bestsellers in the horror genre? Maybe not, but I’m good at what I do. It’s nice to have someone else agree, especially someone who doesn’t know me, who doesn’t feel obligated to reassure me or spare my feelings.