Competition and Completion
I guess I could get used to this thing of calling myself a writer. That would not be a sentence I would have thought I’d type a few weeks ago. I always liked writing. Some short stories, some poetry. It was always a part of me, but it was a secret part. It stayed a secret for many, many years. But now that it’s all in the open, I don’t want to contain it anymore. I’m going all in and calling myself a writer. Who but a writer would jump on a writing contest with wild abandon?
Who but a writer would wake up in the morning with an idea in their head and the thirst to flesh out the that idea with words? In a contest setting as well. That was not the me of a few weeks ago, but it was today. I read the contest rules and the very next day I was ready to produce. And I did. Before I was warming up food for lunch, my story was done and submitted.
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