Oops! I did it again. I entered a contest, and I placed amongst the winners. I have only entered two contests. So I'm two for two.
On March 18, I placed FIRST in the Author! Author! Rings True writing competition. There were three divisions: Memoir, Freestyle (fiction that could fit in several categories), and Literary Fiction. Mine was memoir.
This time, I placed 9th in the Dead of Winter Nonfiction Contest at The Write Helper. It was a smaller contest, not quite as prestigious, and I barely made the top ten, but I did it, by cracky! I was in the top third. Not too shabby, considering some of these entries probably concerned weightier matters than my humorous memoir. It was open to memoir, essays, articles, and prose.
So...I think I might enter some more contests. Perhaps my recent success is an anomaly. Maybe I should try to shrink my enormous Easter Island head down to manageable proportions. While I'm at it, I can rest my shoulder that has grown sore from patting myself on the back. And slather some industrial-strength Chapstick on my lips made raw from tooting my own horn.
Who knew that this contest-placing business was so physically demanding?