Today is Writing Wednesday

Today is Writing Wednesday. And I want to talk about the Author's Competition at my school. I lost, for the second year in a row. I have no idea what I did wrong. My story was Family Olympics, which I thought was written a lot better than last year's HORRIBLE story. The only thing I can think of was a lack of plot. It is a short story competition, and I think Family Olympics qualified for it.

Last year, my story lost. I wasn't shocked, but sad. It was a bad story, I completely admit it, but the shock was what scarred me. I stopped writing. I felt like my passion for writing was through. The next time I wrote with a passion was in September, 2015. Dead Mother's Last Words, about a forty-page story about a girl whose mother was murdered.

I was pumped for another NaNoWriMo by then, and I had a great idea: Behind the Rebel Mask- Which is now my 40,030 word novelette about a girl who was the heir to a throne when her home is attacked. She goes and lives, disguised as an enemy commoner, in her enemy country, living and eating with the enemies. This got me excited. I wrote more and more.

When I found out that I lost yet again, I was shocked. I thought Family Olympics was good! Was I really a bad writer?

I may have not known why I still wrote. I was confused. But now I think, I write because it makes me happy! Maybe my writing is an amphigory, but then why would others read it? I just have to keep going. Everyone starts an amateur.