This April, I entered the 2013 OCC Orange Rose Contest. It offered comprehensive critiques by three judges and the possibility of moving on to a select group of publishers and agents. My head spun with visions of literary giants vying for my work.
I plugged away, writing a synopsis, and entered the contest just before the stroke of midnight deadline. And waited. By the second week in July (when winners would be announced), I hardly dared leave my house for fear of missing that life-changing email. And I waited. Finally, hearing nothing, I decided that my entry… Continue reading