Wow, I'm on a roll of depressing moods. Just when I thought I was out of them... :)
Anyway.
So that's my disappointment of the day. *Sigh* And I only found out about ten minutes ago.
I really should relabel this as my Depressing Moments journal, because it seems like everything I type into here is...uh, angst, depression, unhappiness. Kind of. Well, not all, but a heck of a lot of it.
BlueSea14
Anyway.
A while back, I wrote this short story for this contest, the Holocaust Contest. I worked pretty hard on it, and it was actually one of the few things I thought I did a pretty good job on when it comes to my writing. It was the first piece I'd ever let my parents read (mostly because I'm not to sure that letting them read my Fanfiction is the best way to let them see my writing skills because they don't think of it as serious writing). And I was really proud of it.
There was supposed to be an awards night or presentation night or whatever it was called - tomorrow, at the Playhouse wher ethey do other community stuff. And I was really looking forward to that. I mean, I write a lot, and people read my stuff and like it, but the thing is I've never actually had anyone say to me - actually say, as in out loud - that they like my writing, save a couple of my friends who've read my stuff. That's about three of them, I think - and really, I love that but...there's just something about people who you don't know, telling you you're a good writer, that's really, really nice. You know?
So...they cancelled it. The annual contest is cancelled. I'm not even sure if I was a finalist or not. I'm not even sure if I'm going to find out if I was or wasn't. I don't even know why they cancelled it.
It all boils down to I feel pretty crappy about it, just because I was looking forward to seeing if my writing was really good enough to enter into a contest - and win, you know? Or, in this thing, not win persay, but be a finalist. Whatever. Same difference, you know? Just...I might be a popular writer and my friends (who've read my stories) say that they're pretty good, but that's not the same as actually having a panel of people you've never met, who aren't biased and who do this kind of thing a lot...tell you that your work is pretty good. Awarding you 'finalist' status in a contest.
I've never entered any contests for writing before, so that was another thing that was new for me. And now, I don't even know if I'm even going to learn if I was a finalist or not.
There was supposed to be an awards night or presentation night or whatever it was called - tomorrow, at the Playhouse wher ethey do other community stuff. And I was really looking forward to that. I mean, I write a lot, and people read my stuff and like it, but the thing is I've never actually had anyone say to me - actually say, as in out loud - that they like my writing, save a couple of my friends who've read my stuff. That's about three of them, I think - and really, I love that but...there's just something about people who you don't know, telling you you're a good writer, that's really, really nice. You know?
So...they cancelled it. The annual contest is cancelled. I'm not even sure if I was a finalist or not. I'm not even sure if I'm going to find out if I was or wasn't. I don't even know why they cancelled it.
It all boils down to I feel pretty crappy about it, just because I was looking forward to seeing if my writing was really good enough to enter into a contest - and win, you know? Or, in this thing, not win persay, but be a finalist. Whatever. Same difference, you know? Just...I might be a popular writer and my friends (who've read my stories) say that they're pretty good, but that's not the same as actually having a panel of people you've never met, who aren't biased and who do this kind of thing a lot...tell you that your work is pretty good. Awarding you 'finalist' status in a contest.
I've never entered any contests for writing before, so that was another thing that was new for me. And now, I don't even know if I'm even going to learn if I was a finalist or not.
So that's my disappointment of the day. *Sigh* And I only found out about ten minutes ago.
I really should relabel this as my Depressing Moments journal, because it seems like everything I type into here is...uh, angst, depression, unhappiness. Kind of. Well, not all, but a heck of a lot of it.
BlueSea14
