You may have noticed I've been a little down, at least about writing. (Other parts of my life are going swimmingly, thank you, knock wood, etc.) I think feeling down may have to do with getting yet another rejection... which normally I can take in stride, but not, apparently, at the moment. It's that back (again) to the drawing board feeling. That "where do I go from here?"
Then I remembered Bridport. It's a poetry/short story prize. I'm too lazy to give you the link right now so you'll just have to google it. Sorry about that. Anyway I remembered a writer friend talking about entering. "£6 an entry," he said. "That sounds pretty steep for one poem," I said, "and 42 lines maximum (!) at that" -- but now I'm thinking, £6? That's not so bad! £6 and the whole world changes. £6 for a packet of hope. Something I wrote is out in the world, and you never know, do you? As the saying goes: you have to play to win.
And because I have just finished that draft of a story, I looked at the rules for the short story section too. The judge this year is Helen Simpson -- I love her stuff. And the short story word count is 5000 words -- well within the count for the story I could enter.
Look, I feel better already, and I haven't even spent the money yet!