In January, I took part in the NYC Midnight Madness Short Story Contest. There were 30 heats, with 20 people in each. Each heat was given a genre and subject and seven days to come up with a 2500 story.
I wrote The White House Wine Cellar.
The only writing competition I've entered since - well, since 5th grade - are flash fiction contests over at Clarity of Night. After I submitted my piece, I started researching and reading short stories, immersing myself in the genre as best I could - too late, of course, but a good learning experience nonetheless.
I placed fifth in my heat! I was anxious that I would place in the bottom fourth, which would be a sign to me that maybe I didn't really have any raw writing talent. Obviously, I still need a lot of training and smoothing and practice, but I am so happy with this little bit of affirmation from the cosmos.
So rest assured, McK, I will be making my writing quotas from now on! (Mostly. Except for this week. And maybe next. And sometime in May. And - oh, never mind.)