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 29: The Importance of the Comma

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Grammar Lessons (Part One)

Punctuation is important – but use with caution – a comma placed in the wrong place can create, shall we say, confusion.

Take this scenario for example. It’s dinner time on Christmas Day. Your Mum has told you to gather your family members to the table. This is what you say:

A) “Let’s eat grandpa.”

B) “Let’s eat, grandpa.”

C) “Lets, eat grandpa.”

NB: this is basically the same sentence, but where you place the comma completely determines and alters the meaning.

A) This doesn’t send a good message to children. They’ll grow up believing it’s okay to eat their grandparents. Guys, this is never okay.

B) This is the real message. You want to tell your Pops that it’s time to eat. This is a good use of the comma. This is what we want.

C) Okay, so this is unusable but just imagine that there is someone you know called Lets (it’s possible). By placing the comma here, you have invariable commanded your associate to eat grandpa. What kind of friend are you? Where are your morals? You’re setting a really bad example here.

Guys, let’s ensure that our words can’t be misinterpreted. Use the comma, with caution.

Day 28: The Ground

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So fertile, yet crops wither.
All that’s needed is Light –
But not even a slither
Reaches the depths of the compact soil
And the pavemented streets.
They suffer and dry up
Without the heat.

The war isn’t over
They haven’t found their peace.

It’s only Your Love that brings release.
So why are we still fighting,
Struggling to see
If we really want the captives
To be set free?

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 20: a shockingly pointless poem

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Remind me why I decided I’d blog every day?
Because right now I really have nothing to say.
The hours were long, I don’t mean to let you down
But I gotta be real, I’m not up to it now.

Otherwise all you’ll read is a waffley nothing.
My stream of consciousness is not that exciting,
Not when I really want to sleep, eat or both.
Didn’t want to try, and give you false hope.

Would you look at this, I’ve typed out a post
With no real meaning, a short poem at most
But hey, this is writing, and all the words matter
Tomorrow, my friends, we’ll resume the natter.

Day 18: Too Late

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Another one gone
Another one gone
That didn’t hear the song of life

So why aren’t we singing?
Why aren’t we singing?

We say this love is so strong
We want His light to shine on
But we’re happy in the strife

So why aren’t we brighter?
Shining in darkness

It’s not enough
It’s not enough to think about it
We must do what it takes
To Spread The Word

Here in the hurt
And all the pain
We have found the key to life again
So let’s open the door
For another in need

Best wishes don’t count
Faint hope and empty words
Won’t help someone that’s bound to fall

And we’re called to catch
And to lift
And to steady and encourage

Or are you willing to miss them?
What if you never told them?
What if they never found out?

If we believe, we’ve got a reason
Now is the time, now is the season
To help someone see
That the only way to see
Is to follow The Light
Before it all turns to night.

Life is fragile. We’re on a mission. We’ve been called for purpose. Let’s do what we’re called to, before it’s too late.

“If I believe there’s a Saviour, is the proof in me? Is He alive and breathing? Is He what they’ll remember? Is He what they’ll see when they look at me? Do I look like love?”

Day 17: The art of Procrastination

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11 minutes past Sunday.
The start of a Monday like all others.
The peace now disrupted as they stared at each other.
Beyond the chaos and the upturned covers
Lay a heart now regretting the choices it made.

It isn’t enough to wish away the problems,
She sat up, knees hugged, and hummed a dull rhythm
As she waited for the ring of panicked adrenaline to surge in her heart.
Next time she’d be sure to do it from the start
So she wouldn’t lay regretting the choices she’d made.

“It’s too late, it’s too late” she muttered, with a leer
As the hope she once had was shaken by fear.
If she missed it her future would be on the line.
One way or another she’ll have to pay the time.
She’s still regretting the choices she’d made.

She again picked up her phone and stared with wide eyes
At the words and numbers shining brightly from inside
2000 word essay, due Monday at 6 or face suspension.
She tried to forget that all she’d typed was the question.
Once again she’s regretting the choices she’d made.

So she jumps up with a purpose
Pins back the wild circus of hair atop her head
As she scrambles around for some paper and lead
With hopes of inspiration, and quick handed motivation.
Next time she’d be sure to not leave it this late,
So she’s not left regretting the choices she makes.