To date I have not entered a single contest, nor submitted anything for publication. I guess I feel that as long as I don’t get rejected, I can pretend I’m a real life, breathing writer.
Well, this year I’m determined to enter at least one contest, or submit something for publication. The problem, of course, is that I don’t write short stories. I’m gonna try, but honestly, I’ve never felt comfortable with the genre.
Nevertheless, I’ve got to try, at least. So here it is, my promise to the world.
Oh, and the more I think about Pressfield’s The Virtues of War: A Novel of Alexander the Great the more I like it. Written in the first person, the book commands your attention. The Alexander Pressfield creates is entirely convincing, his voice valiant and braver than I could ever imagine being. At times, I felt like an eye on Alexander’s shoulder, watching these epics evolve. My only complaint was the intensity of the military language and descriptions – I felt I was taking Ancient Military History 101. But in reading more books on Alexander’s tactics I’ve gained a new appreciation for it, and will have to reread passages of it now that I have a clearer picture of the battles. Now, I only wish Pressfield’s Alexander hadn’t sounded like a 50-year-old veteran. Sure, people probably aged faster in those days, but Alexander was young, only 33 when he died, and I wish more of this had come through.