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Thoughts and takes on the way life presents.... |
| Thoughts and takes on the way life presents.... |
| I've been entering contests and wonder why I bother. Rules are broken all over the place. Why are there rules about ratings, when writers don't have to follow them? The other rules are also disregarded, but they still get the wins. I wonder if I cheat.... It's a thought. I can't believe it. My stories are so much better than the winning entries. The difference? Fantasy genre preference. I can't stand writing about dragons and fairies. God in heaven, a break please. I must remember to label it a fantasy genre whether it is or not. that should sufficiently satisfy their mental bias for a certain genre. I just did. Let's see if it works. proof that these contests are rigged: the winning entry, although well written, did not utilize all the prompts. Fantasy is the gig that gets the most wins in the contests. sometimes comedy steps up and takes a win, but usually it's fantasy. JMO As I read through this on September 27, I am struck by how right this observation is. I read the winning entries and still think "Mine was better" in 9 out of 10 instances. |
| I played the Game of Thrones in July. It is proof once again that you have to know the judges. Week 2 I would say was fair. The others, I just don't get it. Next year, I will have to skim the judge's ports to see what they call good. |
| Prompt: Ice truckers. I like this show. Semi trucks travel across frozen lakes in Alaska and Canada. Trucks jack knife and slide on the water and if they break through the ice, it won't end well. Would you like to drive a truck across the dangerous ice lakes or be a passenger on one? What are your thoughts on this? So I live in Minnesota where Ice fishing is a big deal. When the ice gets a foot thick, the fishermen and their kids go out on the ice to catch some fish. There may be a few women who go, but there are certain biological issues that have most women saying: No freaking way! I mention this because we had a real life ice trucker thing going on. My dad had a 2 ton pickup and piled me, my husband and my brother-in-law in the pickup to go out and check out the ice fishing hole. As soon as I heard the first pop, I was in a whole different atmosphere than everyone else. I may have been the first woman on the moon that day ... but I digress. So as we are sitting there looking at the ice fishing hole and listening to the ice pop, and listening to me whimper, my dad finally had enough. Everybody get back in the truck we'll head back. I felt my chances were better on my own walking back to shore, plus somebody had to survive to raise the kids. Well, the husband got out to walk with me. Then Denny felt his chances of survival were higher with walking than riding in a truck with the ice popping all around. Dad made it back to shore. He thought he was pretty smart. I wonder if he ever got anyone to go ice fishing with him after that? |
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