Day 31: The Final Day

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THE CHALLENGE IS OFFICIALLY OVER.

It was going to be thirty days, but if you recall, on day three I just waffled, and said nothing. Therefore, chums, I have decided that this is the final day. Here are five things I’ve learnt during these Thirty (One) days:

1) It’s a bittersweet affair.

Have I enjoyed it?

Yes.

No. 

At times it was torturous and frustrating. Getting home late after a busy day, having dinner and then wanting nothing more than to sleep, but realising that I have to create interesting sentences with words and then publish it to the blogosphere. Eurgh.

Other days, I really enjoyed it, especially when the words would flow, or I had something in particular on my heart to share. I do feel I’ve grown as a writer by completing this challenge, especially in terms of discipline. Sometimes you can’t wait to be in the mood to write, sometimes you’ve gotta just make yourself write.

2) Forcing yourself to write can help you clarify what it is you want to write.

I really like poetry. I already knew this. But since the majority of my posts from this challenge have been poems, it just clarified, and reaffirmed that It’s probably my easiest/ go to writing form. Or maybe it’s because I really like making things rhyme…

I did find it a challenge to do reviews, and it’s only through doing this challenge that I could identify that. (Practise reviewing = added to To Do List)

3) Blogging frequently takes a lot of willpower, creativity and time.

It is possible, and I’m pleased that I’ve completed this challenge, however churning your work out without rest can limit the quality of what you produce. Writing interesting, unique and engaging posts can be hard to do on a daily basis. So, I’ve decided that I will blog weekly, on Thursdays. I may or may not blog more frequently than this, but I will blog at least once a week. That way I can really think about what I’m going to post, and hopefully say something of interest, value and merit.

4) Proof-reading is essential.

We all know this, but it only becomes an “I told you so” when you’ve posted something, all chuffed with yourself, and then find out a few days later that you made a completely fundamental error thanks to autocorrect, and lack of proof reading. Linking to my previous point, because I haven’t had a lot of time to proof read my work before posting it, I made so many mistakes – some of which I spotted early on, others of which I didn’t spot – other bloggers pointed them out to me. Oops.

5) You don’t always have to follow (or stick to) a plan.

After the failure of day three, when I couldn’t think of any topic to write about, I wrote out a plan for each day’s post. This however became a source of stress, as after the first couple of days, I would look at the plan and think

‘No, I don’t want to write that.’

or

‘That’ll take too long, and I’m too tired to make it interesting.’

or

‘I’m not in the right frame of mind to cover that topic.’

or

‘I haven’t the time to research.’

or

‘It’s 11:30pm. I need something short and sweet!’

After continually rearranging my plan (so that I kept pushing back the things I didn’t want to cover), I finally decided to scrap the plan. Mostly, I ‘winged it’, went with whatever had happened that day, drew inspiration from present/past experiences/observations and/or feelings.

Plans are great when it comes to writing, but they aren’t fundamental. They can keep you on track and inspire you, but other times they can hinder your creativity. There are also times when we can be too lazy to follow the original plan. I didn’t delete the plan, so I still have it as a reference point of some interesting things to blog about. I may decide to use some of the ideas. We’ll see.

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In honour of this special day

Here’s a little note to say
Thanks for reading my ramblings,
I’ll try to post more interesting things.

It’s been fun at times and tearful at others,
But it’s part of growth, break free from the covers,
And don’t let yourself be hindered by fear.
Write whatever you want to, my dear.
The keyboard and pen await.

🙂

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Day 25: Lost to Pride

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“We’ve come so far
So help me out.”
“It’s worth it, yes
I have no doubt.”

Hand in hand,
Side by side.
Lay it down –
Lose the pride.

One in the rain,
One in the sun.
Just sit and watch –
The show’s not done.

Hand in hand,
Side by side.
Lay it down –
Lose the pride.

There’s future here.
There’s hope restored.
Wide open arms,
True love explored.

Hand in hand,
Side by side.
Lay it down –
Lose the pride.

A whisper waits,
A shout is calling.
Bright early eyes,
The dusk is dawning.

Hand in hand,
Side by side.
Lay it down –
Lose the pride.

Be on your way
And don’t look back.
You’ve made a choice –
Stick to the track.

Hand in hand,
Side by side.
Lay it down –
Lose the pride.

Decisions made
Fickle as you are –
You let false truth
Taint and scar.

You were hand in hand.
You were side by side.
You didn’t lay it down,
So you lost to pride.

Day 23: Entangled Nightmare

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The tears began to blur her vision, ready to spill unto her cheeks and reinforce her sorry state. “Why does this happen? Every single time?!”

She gave another tug, but the knot just tightened. All she wanted was to release the melody and enjoy it with ease, but it seemed that the limp wire had other ideas.

She was almost defeated, but the desire to shun the world made her fight harder. Eventually, she felt the thin wire loosening between her fingers. SUCCESS! 

Her path to comfort was untangling. With a content sigh she loosened the rest of the knots, basking in the knowledge that she could now listen to music, unrestricted.

 

How frustrating, eh? Headphones + Knots = Grrrr (and eventually tears). Who can relate?

 

 

 

Day 13: “The Bowl” – Flash Fiction

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This was totally a spur of the moment thing. Let me know what you think! 🙂

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It was just a bowl. A cloudy glass ornament that spent it’s time taunting her. She didn’t want it. So why couldn’t she throw it away? Why couldn’t she rid herself of the burden and the memories, and just move on? Maybe because it was all she had left of him. He got away that evening. Before she knew it he had flapped out of the bowl and dived into the shallow stream. She dived in, but to no avail. He was gone.

Fish aren’t like dogs or cats, they won’t come searching for their owners. And now, all she had left was a stupid bowl.