A blog about writing, being a writer, getting inspired to write, etc. For writers, authors, would-be writers and authors. I only have 2 rules. 1, please keep everything PG rated at most, there are some younger folks who read my blog; and 2, please do not criticize what others have written. I would like this to be a safe haven for folks to explore their writing style and to gain some confidence in their story telling abilities. Nasty comments will be deleted.
Monday, July 15, 2013
July 15th Challenge
it’s Christina –
and just like that July is half over. Can you believe it? In moments like
these, George Carlin’s toilet paper analogy comes to mind. After watching the Randy
Pausch’s Last Lecture yesterday (it’s on Youtube, you can watch it for free), I
started to think. For the most part, I am a Tigger, but there are times when
Eeyore does sneak in. I’m not old by any means, but I am noticing the toilet
paper roll of life spinning faster. Although Eeyore the Disney character is
adorable, the sentiment he portrays is not, and I don’t want him crowding in on
however many days I have left in this world; be it a week or fifty years.
who are you going to choose to be?
Your Last Challenge was:
Oh my God, what was I thinking when I
said I wanted to do this on my own?
After my aunt passed away last month, I
found out she left us some real estate in Florida. Turns out, she owned the top
two floors in a warehouse which had been converted to luxury apartments. Correction,
all the other floors are now luxury apartments. I on the other hand am staring
at nothing but white walls. A clean slate, where I have cart blanche. The
prospect is a little intimidating.
Thankfully, along with the apartment,
she left enough money to convert the floors into livable space. The only
decisions I had made so far were, other than erecting walls to section off the
bedrooms, I was going to leave the floor plan open, and we were going to keep
the top floor for ourselves and sell the floor below us after it was converted.
I wandered the space which was going to
be our new home, sketchpad in hand. When I reached the middle of the cavernous
space, I turned in a slow surveying circle, then closed my eyes. Images started
to flitter through my brain. I opened my eyes and I could see the finished
product. I plopped down, right there in the middle of the empty room and started
to draw. My pencil flew across the pages.
Next Challenge is
(K.M. Kinsley, another author, tweeted this question and I thought it would
make a great writing challenge. I’ll tell you what the rest of her tweet reads
If you could do anything without fear of failing, what would
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.