Writing group last night felt better than last time I attended one of them about a month ago.
I was a little intrigued and befuddled by a comment that if I spruced up the story I’d sent the others for this week I should try submitting it to Writers of the Future.
Now, I don’t know about this, but I was intrigued because it looks like there’s no reason why not. Except possibly for the Scientology connection, which I could live with personally.
However, I was a bit befuddled because I doubt very much I’ll even get an honorable mention at a contest with thousands of submissions each quarter. I thought this story was good, but its not THAT good. I’m not trying to humble-brag. This story still needs plenty of work, whether I straight self-publish it or submit it somewhere.
I already have the story for the most part. Most of the work is already there. And Writers of the Future would be a good excuse to practice my polishing skills.
I guess I was a bit taken aback. That’s all. Writing group always gives me a lot to think about.
Better thoughts than I’d get on my own, for sure.