The votes are over and the results are in. And if it hasn’t become clear by the title of this post already, I’ve been eliminated. I know I’ve expressed a bit of bitterness in past rounds due to the feedback and low scores I received, but now I feel… I don’t know the word. Somewhere between euphoric and relieved. Reconciled? I think that’s it.
I know I’m a couple days late with this post, so please forgive me on that matter. This past weekend was kind of crazy, and I’ve only just managed to recover from everything that happened. But as of Saturday, submissions for round 6 of the Smut Marathon came to a close for the 25 remaining writers. This is probably the first time a round has begun with the same number of writers as the number of writers who submitted a story. No one has dropped out, although I’ll admit to coming very close to it.
Things have been pretty rough the last couple of months. I told myself this was going to be the year I would start making more regular posts and help this blog really take off. At the start, things were going OK, and I was able to consistently put out a good handful of posts each month. However, I’ve been finding it hard to talk about anything the last few months, other than the Smut Marathon. But last night I was thinking about how there was much I wanted to talk about, and all the story ideas I have literally laying around in composition notebooks and pocket pads and began to wonder why I was feeling this creative wall in front of me.
After a long entry period for the Round 3 assignment, the window for entries is closed, and the voting round has begun. Following all of my fellow entrants, I’ve watched as many of them have scrambled to come up with a good story to enter. Given the standards by which our previous entries were judged, we were all justifiably worried about whether or not our work would stand out before the judges.
As of yesterday, the second round of the Smut Marathon has come to a close. I admit I’ve been kind of bad this round. I failed to inform you about the voting period for this round, and that has probably cost some of you the opportunity to cast your votes, or even knowing that the entries were available.
Some quick updates for you guys. I know it’s been a little while since my last post, but I’ve been busy recently with finishing my ebook, editing, setting it up on Amazon for pre-order, and all that good stuff. It’s been a lot of work, and it’s taken considerably longer than I thought it would. But I’m happy that it’s done now.
I want to take this moment to say, first off, that all of you who follow me, signed up for my email list, speak to me on social media, sent me story requests, or just regularly stop by to read what I have; you guys are some of my favorite people. It’s because of you guys that I’m motivated to keep doing what I do here on Forbidden Writings, despite what pitfalls I’ve had in my life this past year. When I started this site on Wordpress more than two years ago, I didn’t think I’d still be doing it today. I was almost positive this would just become another blog that disappeared when I realized no one would want to read it. Was I ever so wrong.
Hello, sexy people. It’s been a while since I wrote anything new, and I do apologize for that. It hasn’t been easy lately, with the dreary weather, my landlord only just now getting around to renovating my floors, and work being especially hard lately. Depending on what you believe, you could also blame planets going…
Well, here I am, at my laptop, with a half-finished story on my screen, and I can’t think of how to continue it. I find myself suffering from that great frustration known as writer’s block. I keep telling myself I can push through it if I just sit down and think, but I do so, and I remember why I stepped away in the first place. It’s especially frustrating as I’ve made a promise to you, my readers, that I would provide regular posts, and a new short story every week. I fear I may not be able to guarantee every week at this point.