Well, I didn’t make the top 50 in the contest for So You Think You Can Write. These past few weeks have been both exciting and stressful as I’ve pushed myself to finish the third draft of newly titled Time for Love – formerly The Gateway, and then plummeted down from an intense high when I realised I wasn’t one of the chosen ones.
I think deep down I knew it was unlikely, but there was still that little part of me which hoped I’d at least final after the effort that went into the submission. Everyone who entered knows the struggle we all went through in those first few weeks, but I don’t regret entering the competition at all. The mantra was always “what do I have to lose?”. Of course the answer was nothing, as I’ve now connected with even more amazing people, a network of writers – both published and unpublished – always there to lend a sympathetic ear or bounce about with pom-poms, cheering each other on.
Since the top 50 finalists were contacted, I’ve taken a well-deserved break for a few days, while planning my next project, which I intend to write for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month for you non-Wrimos, during which I wrote Time for Love last year).
Once the stress and toll of NaNoWriMo and the first (planned) draft is written, I’ll be revisiting Time for Love, polishing up any loose ends and making it as seamless as possible, then start submitting.
Because I believe there’s a home for this story somewhere, and because I’ll never give up.