After much encouragement from family and friends, I am entering a contest.
I like a challenge, I really do.
But it is a writing contest with a very SMALL and a very STRICT word limit.
I am hating, hating, hating the word limit.
No matter how many times I work the entry, I can’t seem to get it to reflect ME. It seems I am merely able to get to the facts because of the limit. No flair, no emotion, no pizazz. Just boring.
I like to be wordy if you haven’t noticed.
It is starting to get really frustrating, and even more challenging, which is making my OCD determination go into overdrive.
I have resorted to telling you all this because I am willing to try anything right about now, to get past this writer’s block. Time is running out.