Can you believe it? I have actually submitted a piece to the CWC non-fiction contest. Ken Burrows constant barrage of encouragement finally overcame the apathy of self-doubt. Since I made the decision to to enter the contest yesterday, one day before the deadline, I looked back through all the files on my hard drive and selected a piece that I had written for a memoirs class several years ago. I edited it lightly, submitted it to spell and grammer check and printed it. No turning back now… Write the check, address the envelope and take it to the post office.
Now I can experience the waiting, the anxiety, the angst. Like Barack Obama, would I turn down the prize money since I am a CWC Board Member? After all, I write as an outlet, not for financial gain. But I am getting ahead of myself. An Honorable Mention would be nice though.
