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I'll register, but it all depends on what it is as I've a few writing projects on the go and I've just optioned the OWC script from May which may involve some rewrites.
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For those of you who preferred that format (including myself), I apologize. Not this year. It highly incentivized cheating on something equally subjective.
How would it promote cheating? Who would even cheat at something like this?
It's just an awful lot of reading, plus the writing, in the midst of a very stressful time. At least the writers who are eliminated can concentrate on reading, and there's less and less material to read each week.
How would it promote cheating? Who would even cheat at something like this?
When you only have one person to beat, per round, it makes cheating easier to hide. This was what happened the first year. Luckily, Don discovered it before it had an effect on the final outcome.
As for your apprehension about the amount of work involved, I understand. This is no easy undertaking.
Fragmented sentence, Don, leading to nowhere. You're going to need to do better than that if you hope to get past the first round, boss.
LC, my response:
Don, in a flurry of flashing finger movements, danced his beefy, yet lady-like hands across the input device of his combination mathematical computational and moving picture transmitting device, inputted the twenty-one; maybe twenty-two if a certain writer can actually commit to something; names of potential poetical participants in this year’s highly anticipated Writers’ TournamentTM where there are no prizes and really the best one could hope to achieve is either receiving a cheaply made, nay ‘crappy’, mug that some believe the glazing has a lead content that far, far exceeds safety standards of even the most backward of nations (seriously folks, if you are actually drinking from the thing, get yourself checked particularly if you make your coffee ‘Irish’ (we know who you are)) and may, slowly, be rendering the brains of the recipients a consistency of porridge or mush or whatever passes for breakfast in your part of the world; or getting Sean to rage-quit the site for three months which turns out to be the best three months of his life and yet still comes back; or getting interest in your script from a ‘producer’ who turns out to be a thirteen year old child with a VHS camcorder they found in a card-board box in the basement of their parents house with some home-made ‘art’ films their parents made that time they ‘discovered’ psychedelic mushrooms - films that really didn’t need to be seen.
or getting Sean to rage-quit the site for three months which turns out to be the best three months of his life and yet still comes back
Four months, Don. Four months. I have to hibernate from SimplyScripts in the fall in order to dull my fragile senses of the misery and despair of the preceding summer. Then, I still do it again the next year. =)
Don, in a flurry of flashing finger movements, danced his beefy, yet lady-like hands across the input device of his combination mathematical computational and moving picture transmitting device, inputted the twenty-one; maybe twenty-two if a certain writer can actually commit to something; names of potential poetical participants in this year’s highly anticipated Writers’ TournamentTM where there are no prizes and really the best one could hope to achieve is either receiving a cheaply made, nay ‘crappy’, mug that some believe the glazing has a lead content that far, far exceeds safety standards of even the most backward of nations (seriously folks, if you are actually drinking from the thing, get yourself checked particularly if you make your coffee ‘Irish’ (we know who you are)) and may, slowly, be rendering the brains of the recipients a consistency of porridge or mush or whatever passes for breakfast in your part of the world; or getting Sean to rage-quit the site for three months which turns out to be the best three months of his life and yet still comes back; or getting interest in your script from a ‘producer’ who turns out to be a thirteen year old child with a VHS camcorder they found in a card-board box in the basement of their parents house with some home-made ‘art’ films their parents made that time they ‘discovered’ psychedelic mushrooms - films that really didn’t need to be seen.
Don, in a flurry of flashing finger movements, danced his beefy, yet lady-like hands across the input device of his combination mathematical computational and moving picture transmitting device, inputted the twenty-one; maybe twenty-two if a certain writer can actually commit to something; names of potential poetical participants in this year’s highly anticipated Writers’ TournamentTM where there are no prizes and really the best one could hope to achieve is either receiving a cheaply made, nay ‘crappy’, mug that some believe the glazing has a lead content that far, far exceeds safety standards of even the most backward of nations (seriously folks, if you are actually drinking from the thing, get yourself checked particularly if you make your coffee ‘Irish’ (we know who you are)) and may, slowly, be rendering the brains of the recipients a consistency of porridge or mush or whatever passes for breakfast in your part of the world; or getting Sean to rage-quit the site for three months which turns out to be the best three months of his life and yet still comes back; or getting interest in your script from a ‘producer’ who turns out to be a thirteen year old child with a VHS camcorder they found in a card-board box in the basement of their parents house with some home-made ‘art’ films their parents made that time they ‘discovered’ psychedelic mushrooms - films that really didn’t need to be seen.
Wow, Don! A few semicolons, but apart from that all of it in one sentence. Hmm, you could get picked on (if you partake) for rambling stream of consciousness and your use of non-sequiturs, but I'd say: much improved from your initial effort. ...
Oh great. Another opportunity to promise myself I'll finish something, then spend days staring at a blank computer screen until I admit that I don't have it in me anymore, then spend a month loathing myself. COUNT ME IN!!