The pros have been manifold. Because I'd planned what to write, I'd not waste time faffing around choosing a subject each morning.
Moreover, as I had glanced each time at the topic coming, it was bubbling in my mind. I generally had a good idea about what to write before I ever clicked on 'create page'.
It also boosted my output considerably. If I had to write x, y and z article, before I could get to the one that I wanted to write about, then I'd go for it.
That's why you suddenly saw me working all hours to get articles about ASL baby gifts and raven statues out. I was itching to write about the Halifax Explosion, which had only just piqued my fascination.
I was challenged in what I chose to write about. I couldn't just huddle in the safety of history topics, because it turned out that I'd greatly over-subscribed to the Culture and Society category. The vast majority of my articles fall into one of its sub-categories.
I had to ration them out like candy. Little treats or level up bonuses within the gaming structure. While every instinct in me wanted to tell a legendary story, or report on some activism, or else bring the past to life in prose, I was actually writing about shoes.
You can tell. The whole thing reads like something that should be in Culture and Society, but it ticked a box labelled 'Beauty' on my grid. That hadn't been visited in the neighboring nine spaces.
Occasionally, real gems could be found in this way. I opted to write about Siegfrid Sassoon, as that article would be in Literature. I saw it coming up, so made the page ready for penning an article the next day.
Then I read about him. This was eleven o'clock at night. The more I read, the greater my fascination grew. His story is unreal in places, heart-breaking and intriguing too. I only meant to write a few paragraphs here and there, just so I'd remember what I was reading in the morning.
Next thing I knew, it was half past four am, and the Wizzle was posted. I went to bed exhausted, but with my mind buzzing over the amazing story I'd just been told, and told again in turn.
Things like that wouldn't have happened, if I hadn't been playing the Grid Game on Wizzley.