So I'm going to be a published writer in a month or two.
Awhile back, I made a post about me submitting a story to a Canadian writing competition, called "Polar Expressions." This particular competition suited me perfectly, because I was right at the top of the age group, they accept an usually large number of submissions (something like at least 25%), and most importantly it was free to enter. The odds were stacked in my favour.
So I sent the story off early last summer, and just today I heard back from them. They've accepted the story for publication in their annual collection of short stories by young authors, so in just a few months I should have a book with my name in it. There's a chance I might even win a prize,
It's the weirdest thing though; upon hearing the news, I was genuinely excited. Just ten minutes later, though, that excitement seemed to fade, I'm not nearly as thrilled about being published as I thought I was going to be.
Maybe I feel that it doesn't really count, considering the amount of work they accept. Heck, only the top 3 and 10 honourable mentions even get the book for free- everyone else has to pay, which I suppose is how they manage to make money while keeping submission free.
When it boils down to it, I'm glad to be able to say "I'm published," and yet at the same time I can't help but hope that I move on to bigger and better things in the future. Until then, thanks for reading.
-Mark
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