"What happens if I don't make it to the next round?"
"Does this mean my book sucks?"
"Does this make me a bad writer?"
"Am I writer?"
"Should I just quit everything and move back home with my parents?"
(I'm going to be forty-four this year and this is still an option in my mind)
By the time I got to the "Rs" I realized it didn't matter if I made it to Round Two. What mattered was I wrote a book. I wrote a book! That was enough. Moving to the next level wouldn't determine if I'd write another one. In fact, I had just emailed the manuscript for my next book to my proofreader.
Validation is a wonderful thing, but it shouldn't be the reason we do things. But the ego loves winning, doesn't it? Charlie Sheen seems to think it's pretty sweet. The point is, I already won.
Fortunately (for my parents), I made it to Round Two.
I'm up against four hundred other authors, so who knows what happens next. I'm tremendously grateful for making it this far. "Quarter Finalist" sounds official enough to me. I do know––without a inkling of doubt––no matter what happens next I'll keep writing because it really does save me.
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Keep writing. It saves lives.