By Lindsay Bamfield
Lindsay Bamfield has written a number of short stories and flash fiction pieces and has been published in several anthologies and magazines including Hysteria 6 Anthology, Stories for Homes 2, Greenacre Writers Anthology, Mslexia, Writers’ News and Writing Magazine. Prizes include Hysteria 2017, Writers’ News, Writing Magazine and Words with Jam competitions.
Some years ago I started writing a short story. The inspiration came from my memories of first seeing my grandmother-in-law’s art studio. The story evolved as I wrote, with the studio based on reality but the characters all from my imagination. I was pleased with my effort but spent some time tweaking it.
I read it out to my writing group and received very positive feedback. My tutor encouraged me to submit it to a competition. It was rejected but undaunted I tried again. And again. After these three rejections or nil responses I re-examined my story did some rewriting and sent it forth once more. Another rejection.
I made my story a little longer to fit another competition’s word count and later shortened it to fit another, but twice more it met with no success.
I knew it was a worthy story – I’d had others accepted in publications so I did a bit more editing and sent it to another competition. I’d done plenty of research to find the right sort of home for it. Where possible I read previous winners or researched the judges to see if they’d judged previous comps and the sort of stories they had selected. It was obvious that some competitions wanted something quite different from my story so I avoided those, but others were selecting stories that seemed a good fit with mine so they were the ones I focused on. This was now my story’s seventh outing and, yes, its seventh rejection. It wasn’t even getting longlisted. Twice more it was the same outcome.
I wrote a blog post asking ‘when do we give up?’ not admitting that I’d received nine rejections! I had several responses from those who read my post, mostly along the lines of ‘don’t give up.’ But surely there comes a time when you have to? But the responses from writers who have had their own share of rejection as well as success spurred me on to try another competition. Once more I went through the story and edited a few sentences, tightening it a little. I paid my fee and pressed send. At least the fee was going towards an anthology for charity!
My story was longlisted. At last I felt I hadn’t been barking up the tree of delusion. It was shortlisted.
It won the competition.
Of course the prize money was welcome – after all a writer needs to fund further competition fees, paper and ink as well as funding the coffee to fuel the writing! But for me the win felt like a vindication. I knew that some very good writers had entered the same competition and while not everyone will like my story, a panel of judges considered it had merit. Enough to win.
So the message is be brave. In the face of rejection, re-examine, re-work, edit and send your work out again. There is always an element of luck when it comes to competitions and your luck might be about to change!
That summer was dry. Dry, and hot, and long. Relentless sweat seeped from my back and chest and hands, and wouldn’t leave. It clung like blood congealing on a wound. Sticky. But my mouth stayed dry. I didn’t say much after it happened. Not for a long time. We’d left school for good, and things had seemed ok. But there was a sort of vacancy present, now that we were out of doors. Beyond the town the miles of dust lay, as it had always lain, since the time this land...
She eased her husband onto the wicker chair. Tucked a blanket over his spindle-legs and wiped the silver trail from his chin, careful, all the while, not to catch his glazed, unseeing eyes. Only when he was settled did the woman take up position behind him, her hand resting on his bony shoulder. Only then did she turn to face the narrow-lipped occupant of this small, woodland cottage. “You have payment?” the crone demanded.