Scary Biscuits
Y'know, I totted up my word count for submissions yesterday. From the start of January to the beginning of March (what's that - ten weeks?) it comes to 30,000 words. Eeeek. Granted, a lot of times those words have been somewhat... recycled, shall we say. Nevertheless. Eeeek.
Even scarier, the final date of submission for inclusion in this year's anthology is tomorrow. Tomorrow. I have to have 3,000 loverly perfect words, all in the right order for tomorrow. Which I think I've managed, more or less. I'm reasonably happy with what I'm putting in, anyway. Basically, it's the first chapter and a half of the novel I've been trying to write for the last wee while.
The worrying thing, though, is that this year (as opposed to every other year that the MLitt's been run) the anthology is competitive. Not everyone's going to get in. There are some seriously good writers on the course, and it scares me sh*tless that I'm up against them.
I. do. Not. Know. whether or not my piece is good enough to go in.
Guess I'll find out how it compares when I get accepted/rejected...
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Even scarier, the final date of submission for inclusion in this year's anthology is tomorrow. Tomorrow. I have to have 3,000 loverly perfect words, all in the right order for tomorrow. Which I think I've managed, more or less. I'm reasonably happy with what I'm putting in, anyway. Basically, it's the first chapter and a half of the novel I've been trying to write for the last wee while.
The worrying thing, though, is that this year (as opposed to every other year that the MLitt's been run) the anthology is competitive. Not everyone's going to get in. There are some seriously good writers on the course, and it scares me sh*tless that I'm up against them.
I. do. Not. Know. whether or not my piece is good enough to go in.
Guess I'll find out how it compares when I get accepted/rejected...
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