A couple of weeks ago, I was pretty pumped to hear I had made the Longlist of a Short Story Competition. Yay, I thought, a step closer to making it to a Shortlist. As it turns out, my story was agonisingly close to making the Shortlist on this occasion.
Just a hair’s breadth away… or just a comma in the wrong place away.
My fragile writer’s euphoric bubble burst this morning when I opened my emails and received a critique from the competition organisers.
I hadn’t made the shortlist because of ‘a few surprising punctuation errors’.
How could I do this to myself? After all those days, weeks and months editing just under 3000 words and my punctuation lets me down – Exclamation Mark.
So, what hope is there for the book-in-progress if I can’t pick out punctuation errors in a short story?
Waking up from a dream… gasping for breath after running for miles with the characters in my book, pursued by an angry mob of commas and semicolons.
I am happy to be on a Longlist, don’t get me wrong, but I won’t be letting sloppy punctuation let my writing down again.😠 Oh, no!
It is time for me to get a grip because, as I’m beginning to discover there is a very fine line between rejection and acceptance.
It’s time to get my ducks in a row and my punctuation in the right place. 🦆‼️🦆 ⁉️🦆 ❓🦆🤣 🦆