I am a professional writer. I have been writing in some form or another since I was six. I wrote my very first story as a six-year-old. It was a story about a robot who loved roses, and it was written on the computer in all caps because I got tired of switching between “the little letters and the big letters.”
Sadly, I don’t have a copy of that story. Should I ever become a master at my craft to be studied through the rest of history, I’m sure that the lost copy of The Robot that Loved Roses will be worth far more than a lost Picasso.
Or maybe not.
But I have been actively writing for 25 years now, and in all that time, I’ve never won a writing contest. I’ve never really entered one, true, but I figured I was due.
I recently entered an essay contest to win tickets to see Dave Ramsey in his upcoming Live Event, and I won. Well, I won tickets. I really took second place out of a field of about 95 writers.
The assigned topic for the essay was how Dave Ramsey’s class (Financial Peace University) had helped me, and I wrote about Katherine’s experience buying her princess dress using her own money and how proud I was of her accomplishment.
I like the feel of winning.