Many moons ago I submitted an entry to one of those NZ “arty farty creative ‘literary’ organisations”, but got told “we need more details”. Their list of requirements were so “rigorous”, that I replied saying ‘please withdraw my submission, as it was far easier writing the book than submitting my entry’.
“Airey/fairey arty/farty types” trying to justify their own existence, I guess. But the “literary intelligencia” of NZ (and throughout the world, I presume)!
but then I’m always not following the rules (the story of “my little life”)
(as m often says to ‘impulsive driven me’ “you’re not like other writers”)
Thank goodness we’re all different (‘different strokes (of the pen) for different folks’)!