Last week I discussed my discussion with a friend about the importance/point/necessity of entering writing competitions. Well, who’d have thought – my short story The Raven has been chosen as one of the finalists in The Squat Pen Rests Short Story competition. Not only did we all have to write brilliantly, to be crowned the over-all winner we have to perform our short story in front of a live and expectant audience. Yikes! This Friday, Jan 26th, myself and the other 5 finalists will be piling in to The Wyvern Theatre in Swindon to strut our stuff. Win or not win, (there are no losers!) it’s bound to be an amazing experience.
So if you’ve ever been in two minds about whether or not to enter a competition, what the point of entering is – please see above. I entered quite a few last year and got a bit fat no-where. Pleased now of course, that such abject, continual and unrelenting failure and rejection didn’t put me off. I like to think of Rejection as Rejuvenation, Failure as Fuel.
Thanks to Stephen Tuffin for organising, and thanks to the excellent website ShortStops which is where I found the comp listed in the first place. It’s a great site and worth signing up to.
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down…