The Super Dooper Looper Writing Coaster
Last week was a crazy emotional ride. In fact, I was buzzing so much from the ride that a "psychic" told me that my energy was pulsating way too much. She really wanted me to start meditating and just calm down. I was too hyper. Apparently, I was pulsating so much that she couldn't give me a proper reading. I just needed to get help. She had to give me a hug.
A month ago, I had entered a writing contest through my local WRW chapter. This contest required you to submit 30 pages of your manuscript along with a synopsis, so I sent my current WIP—A Surefire Way.
I was nervous. The last time I had entered a writing contest—ten years ago—the judges tore up my work. In fact, I don't think I wrote again for months.
I didn't final in the contest, but I didn't really enter to final. I entered as a market test. How would my story be received by my target audience? I'd been working on this concept for about two years. I had been working on the story for a year. Was it something others may want to read? So I waited for the scores. The manuscript was judged by my fellow peers, struggling writers in the same boat as me, trying to get published, and writers who were avid readers of my genre. I was thrilled when I got my scores. One score was perfect and the others weren't far behind. Most gave me great feedback on how I could improve. All said they thought I was publishable and they'd be interested in purchasing and reading my story.
I felt like crying with joy. I had finally made it. I was on the right track. I was spinning with excitement.
Then I got two rejections in one week for Dark Earth. The coaster dipped and I hadn't seen the hill coming.
But there was an upside. I was asked to submit A Surefire Way for consideration. She had some issues with Dark Earth, but liked my writing style and wanted to check out my other story. So I spent last week going through contest, writing coach, and critique partner edits to the first 30 pages for her to review. Not sure what is going to happen. The coaster now just hit the tunnel and I'm along for the ride.
A month ago, I had entered a writing contest through my local WRW chapter. This contest required you to submit 30 pages of your manuscript along with a synopsis, so I sent my current WIP—A Surefire Way.
I was nervous. The last time I had entered a writing contest—ten years ago—the judges tore up my work. In fact, I don't think I wrote again for months.
I didn't final in the contest, but I didn't really enter to final. I entered as a market test. How would my story be received by my target audience? I'd been working on this concept for about two years. I had been working on the story for a year. Was it something others may want to read? So I waited for the scores. The manuscript was judged by my fellow peers, struggling writers in the same boat as me, trying to get published, and writers who were avid readers of my genre. I was thrilled when I got my scores. One score was perfect and the others weren't far behind. Most gave me great feedback on how I could improve. All said they thought I was publishable and they'd be interested in purchasing and reading my story.
I felt like crying with joy. I had finally made it. I was on the right track. I was spinning with excitement.
Then I got two rejections in one week for Dark Earth. The coaster dipped and I hadn't seen the hill coming.
But there was an upside. I was asked to submit A Surefire Way for consideration. She had some issues with Dark Earth, but liked my writing style and wanted to check out my other story. So I spent last week going through contest, writing coach, and critique partner edits to the first 30 pages for her to review. Not sure what is going to happen. The coaster now just hit the tunnel and I'm along for the ride.
