So in February I took a big leap of faith and submitted a piece I wrote on being a paramedic to the CBC Canada Writes nonfiction contest. I have not submitted anything to actual writing contests or for publication since 1999 when I was in the Creative Writing program at UVic (only for one year before switching back to English Lit at another university). I have very little faith in the merits of my writing~but my good friend Tamie who is a REAL writer had encouraged me to get this particular piece published, so I went for it. She actually encouraged me to publish it about five years ago, and I just got around to it this year =)
I polished the piece a bit including slashing it in half to meet the maximum word count but I'm a terrible editor so when I go back and read it now, it just seems like a hot mess. Most artists wallow around in self doubt; I've dug myself a burrow in it. And convinced myself I'm awful.
This year, I leapt. And last Friday I got a letter. It said my piece made the long list of entrants which means that out of several thousand pieces, mine made the TOP 35!!!!! This is wild. Like, this contest is a pretty big deal in Canada. FUCKING EH!!!
Here's a link. To see my name published on the CBC Canada Writes website.
DYING of happiness.