Just a quick entry, like Oddysseus, didn't want to upload anything.
Death of a contest
By DanielH
Sitting at my desk, I found myself clicking tentatively on the new post- Fortnightly Writing Contest 18.07-1.08. The subject? Writing competitions. How original. I sighed to myself and clicked reply. The typing began.
As I was typing away aimlessly, my mind drifted from the work I was creating and I thought about the heaps of other work I had piling on my desk. Very suddenly, I realised- why am I writing this when real work could be done? Nevertheless, I relentlessly typed onwards. I thought more and more about the many other competitions- MAGs, OROW, Colouring balls, Sprite jams, and the list goes on. Yet these competitions are usually busy competitions, even the most complicated, such as MAGs, which require a whole game developed in just one month usually have a good turnout. The last Writing competition, however- two entries appeared. That is, in my eyes, just disappointing.
So why has writing died? Why has it ground to a halt? Why am I writing about it? Boredom, mainly. I’m entering the competition to pass the time- but that’s also why it’s dying. Few people enter the writing competitions for the joy of writing anymore, the fun of sharing a tale. Many would rather enter a drawing competition, which, albeit entertaining, I’ve found isn’t quite the same as reading someones story, reading someone’s imagination almost. What if the competitions do stop? How many will cry over their lost Writing Contest? Few, if any; that is why the contest is dying.
Suddenly, My mind gathered itself- why am I still typing? I’ll probably only be one of two or three entrants anyway. I’ve got other things to do- I’ll finish this later.
Words: 284.
Death of a contest
By DanielH
Sitting at my desk, I found myself clicking tentatively on the new post- Fortnightly Writing Contest 18.07-1.08. The subject? Writing competitions. How original. I sighed to myself and clicked reply. The typing began.
As I was typing away aimlessly, my mind drifted from the work I was creating and I thought about the heaps of other work I had piling on my desk. Very suddenly, I realised- why am I writing this when real work could be done? Nevertheless, I relentlessly typed onwards. I thought more and more about the many other competitions- MAGs, OROW, Colouring balls, Sprite jams, and the list goes on. Yet these competitions are usually busy competitions, even the most complicated, such as MAGs, which require a whole game developed in just one month usually have a good turnout. The last Writing competition, however- two entries appeared. That is, in my eyes, just disappointing.
So why has writing died? Why has it ground to a halt? Why am I writing about it? Boredom, mainly. I’m entering the competition to pass the time- but that’s also why it’s dying. Few people enter the writing competitions for the joy of writing anymore, the fun of sharing a tale. Many would rather enter a drawing competition, which, albeit entertaining, I’ve found isn’t quite the same as reading someones story, reading someone’s imagination almost. What if the competitions do stop? How many will cry over their lost Writing Contest? Few, if any; that is why the contest is dying.
Suddenly, My mind gathered itself- why am I still typing? I’ll probably only be one of two or three entrants anyway. I’ve got other things to do- I’ll finish this later.
Words: 284.
, and I want to test something.
How anyone can believe that is beyond me.