You enter a competition.
You finally had the balls to do it.
You’re feeling positive, you’re feeling great, you absolutely KNOW you’re something special; thsi time, it’s yours.
You get nothing.
Not even a longlist.
What happens next?
I didn’t know what would happen next until this happened to me. I had no idea that it would affect me so profoundly that months afterwards I’m still terrified of failure. Every couple of days or so my confidence keels over and goes to hide behind the sofa leaving me feeling terrified of language, words and sentences.
The truth is that I don’t know if I can do this. None of us do, I guess. And yet we still do.
I still do it.
Despite the (rare) rejections and negative comments I’ve had about my writing — and tehre have been a few — I keep going.
And you should too.
Because what happens to you if you stop is far worse than what happens if you fail.