Sooja Jones
Filed under: Authors
I live alone in Kerala's little capital city of Trivandrum (now Thiruvananthapuram), where I was born and brought up, before I moved out for my formal education. After completing my studies (English Literature, etc), I got off to a wrong start, and by a treacherous quirk, ended up as a failed businessman, literally losing everything I had (which was considerable)—except the will to overcome the past; the resolve to move on and take the future. For my daily bread, I work as a professional copywriter on a freelance, selective basis, in order to get, everyday, some private time to pester my Muse.
I turned to poetry for solace in the second half of 2007, and found myself becoming a fevered amateur. This is the first-ever contest I have participated in. To be awarded a prize in a prestigious, impartial and unique humour poetry contest such as the Wergle Flomp, is to be done an honour no clichéd expression of thankfulness can sufficiently acknowledge.
All I can say is that I am exceedingly grateful to my Muse, Jesus Christ, sole fountainhead of all creative inspiration, for looking down with mercy upon a shattered man; for sustaining him, lifting him up and granting him an opportunity to stand for a few shy minutes before so vibrant, informed, august and truly international an audience—as WinningWriters.com's certainly is.
Winning Entry: Daft Idylls
Contest Won: Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest 2008, Third Prize
