Contests are insanely stressful. They’re easy to enter, all you need is a story that fits the guidelines, and the money to enter. The stress comes during the waiting period. That period of “did I do it right, did I do it wrong, will they like it, I bet they hate it, this sucks, why did I spend money on this, I’m just going to give up, I wish I could cancel that, I will hide before it comes out that I’m the worst writer in the history of writers and everyone who has ever lifted a pen to write word to paper laughs in my face.”
I may be over reacting a bit…
That said, I do have two stories currently in contests, one a story from the eyes of a serial killer, attempting to earn your sympathy for his actions, the other is the prologue for my historical fiction. I actually wrote the story, and got the idea for the novel afterwards.
I should know if the first was a winner May 1st, and the other June 1st. It’s entirely too nerve racking to watch your babies sitting out there, naked for the world to see, waiting to find out if they are good enough, knowing very well that the odds are against you. Just the sheer number of entries to these contests are against you.
But that’s why we write. It isn’t for the odds. It’s for the love of writing.
And should that earn us awards, so be it. But, even if it doesn’t, we’ll still write.