I was inspired enough even to make a deadline at the last minute, the WotF deadline Dec. 31st. I made it extra hard for them to give me squat, since it was the wrong length, wrong voice, wrong everything for this particular contest, but you know, the dumbest thing that writers do is reject their own material. It's genre. It's within the listed word count. It qualifies in every way. I may not be playing the contest smart, but I'm playing, and I'll let the judges decide how ridiculous I was to try with this one.
In the meantime I'm working on yet another short, a non-fiction project, and a novel in a pear tree. Oops, wrong season for that sort of thing. Sorry! My goal this year--let not my publishing credit be a fluke! Into the breach once more, my friends! A writing career awaits!