Announcing the Winner

Well, I tried to run a competition on my blog, but in the end there was only one entry. The good thing was that this made my job of judging very easy. But I expect Annette would have preferred to have won against some other entries.

Just as I was thinking that I made a mess of this and wondering whether the task I set was too hard, or I didn’t advertise the competition enough, or I’m simply not worthy of holding a competition, Gill wrote this:

“I liked Annette’s entry and I’ll be happy to give her the prize, but wish my fractals had inspired more entries.”

So, while I was blaming my blunders, Gill was blaming her fractals. I suppose that’s better than blaming each other, although this points to a certain lack of confidence.

Hopefully, by my blog’s next birthday I’ll be more confident about running a competition. Or else I’ll let the day come and go without mentioning it.

By the way, whether you like it or not, I’m back from my bit of life and I have some ideas for posts lined up, so do come back soon.

And congratulations to Annette!

By Miriam Drori

Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life. Social anxiety warrior. Cultivating a Fuji, edition 3, a poignant, humorous and uplifting tale, published with Ocelot Press, January 2023.

5 replies on “Announcing the Winner”

I liked Annette’s story, but, yes, it would have been good to have more competition entries. I’m sure not having more entries was neither your fault, Miriam, nor anything to do with Gill’s lovely fractals. Sometimes it just turns out like that. Another time you might be swamped with entries!

Er, thank you very much. This reminds me of the time when I applied for a job, and although I was the only applicant, it still took the interviewing panel ages to offer me the job. (And it was a crap job, at which I only lasted 6 weeks). WHEREAS this is a lovely prize, and thank you again!

Oh, I did want to enter. I still have that story half finished. My problem wasn’t your competition, it was my timing. And I want to finish that story! It stares at me, asking for an ending.

I remember a true story ALice Walker told. Someone she’d been corresponding with for years didn’t write her back. At first, she thought she’d written something upsetting & the person was angry. Then she got angry and thought she was being ignored. Then she learned the person had died. Every time I start stressing that I’ve bungled something & that’s why someone didn’t respond, I remember that and tell myself, it is just as likely something else that has nothing to do with me is going on (not, hopefully, they’ve died, of course).

You didn’t screw up anyway. I look forward to your next contest and hope I can do a better job next time.

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