I’ve always found entering writing competitions a bit of a funny thing. I suppose it’s a direct mirror of what I suspect we all feel, all the time, as writers. That our work is concurrently both the worst and the best we’ve ever produced.
I’ve always loved time-travel stories. I think there’s something about them which drills right down into one of the most fundamental and universal truths that every single human ever born has to face – that time will go marching on whether you bloody well like it or not.