(Update: Made change to title, and thus contest, due to a suggestion in the comments. Great idea from “Congested”.)
I think I’m in for a treat these next few days. Just finished reading twenty-eight submissions for the free print of Jacob’s Cabin I’m giving away. The contest is open for another two weeks. I will have a difficult task ahead of me picking a winner! (I’ll be interested to see what your comments and feedback are regarding some of the entries I post. I wonder if you’ll have a tough time deciding on a winner as I will.)
A cool thing, though, is someone messaged me and offered to donate some more Lost related goodies for the contest. They didn’t want any credit, just wanted to bless some fellow Lost fans. (Awesome!) I’ll be getting photos of the new items to post here, but let me just say if you don’t win Jacob’s Cabin you may not be disappointed if you come in second place. (Look at the pic below!)
Before I post a few of the entries, some comments.
- Congrats to Andrew Hawryluk! He was the first person to submit an entry, at 2:09 AM. In the spirit of the Lost ARG, I thought he should get something for being first. It will be mailed out tomorrow.
- Thanks for the kind words many of you have said to me. I’m already having a lot of fun with this, and getting to know some of you has been a treat.
- Someone wrote at the end of their entry that it had been cathartic for them to write what they did. A few others shared with me just what the show has meant to them without even submitting something. They just wanted to share, and I appreciated reading those stories as well.
- I’m posting some more stuff relating to this contest on my blog’s Facebook Page. For instance, I have Andrew Hawryluk’s entry posted there.
- Thanks for sharing your stories with a complete stranger.
- And, if by chance Ronnie Midfew Arts thinks I’m in violation of some of their intellectual property with this contest I’m doing, I’d be more than glad to receive a letter from them letting me know. 😉
The entries that I post aren’t necessarily the favorites to win. They reflect the diverse entries I’ve received so far. Here are ten in no particular order. Enjoy.
I lost my faith in 2002, and LOST has complicated my agnostic front. The struggle between Jack and Locke, between inheriting purpose for one’s life and the knowledge of its futility, embodies my struggle since 2002. I often feel like Locke, searching for meaning in pain. Jack’s incessant desire to succeed and fix, not because of its larger meaning but because of his complicated relationship to his dad, mirrors parts of my own journey toward agnosticism…denying a heavenly Father’s role in my life and still offering up the fruits of my success as proof that I’m better than him.
LOST applies itself to my life in a pretty significant way every day. One of the steady themes through the show has been ‘daddy issues’. Being the son of an alcoholic and adulterer, you can either grow up destined to repeat your father’s mistakes, or be conscientious enough to do the opposite. When my daughter was born, I made a life decision to be a better father for her. Is Jack destined to end up like Christian? Am I destined to end up like my father? I don’t think so. I believe our path is chosen by us ourselves.
Like Sun, I am quiet but fierce.
Like Claire, my first and last thoughts of the day are with my baby.
Like Juliet, I saw the way you looked at her (and smashed open a nuclear bomb to express my rage).
Like Rousseau, isolation leads to mental chat and crazy hair.
Like Nikki, I am sometimes unbelievably, incredibly stupid.
Like Cassidy, I’ve been conned, but live on.
Like Penny, I won’t give up.
Like Kate, I don’t always know what I want.
Like Eloise, I know what you’re going to do before you do it.
Like Fate, I am a fickle bitch.
Then came the Hatch. Oh, that mysterious Hatch! What could possibly be inside? The months of waiting taught me how much I love the anticipation.
The payoff – a mad Scotsman with a penchant for button-pushing – wasn’t a let-down, simply the end of that wonderful mystery.
Soon, all of Lost’s mysteries may be solved. But I’ve learned my lesson: Anticipation of the unknown is often more rewarding than the answers. I can wait!
Strangers become passengers as they board a plane.
Their lives connected together, so simple, so mundane.
A mysterious island awaits, just beyond their view.
Their destinies now connected, their lives askew.
The island calls their name, their past’s now assessed.
One bound to wheels can walk, he becomes obsessed.
A doctor, haunted by relationships he had to destroy.
A girl who murdered for love tries to find some joy.
The con man, the mother, the brother, the lotto winner, all now unseen.
Which makes me wonder, whatever happened to Oceanic flight 815?