Tag: storytelling
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NaNoWriMo – week 3 update
So… Week 3 huh? Yeah, it was pretty much a fail for me. I wrote a whopping 433 words on Monday and nothing for the rest of the week.
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NaNoWriMo – week 1 update
The first week of NaNoWriMo is officially over and I did as good and bad as I expected. Tuesday, the first day of November, was my best writing day. I managed to write 1.677 words, barely reaching the goal of 1.667 words. It was an amazing start but I knew that I wouldn’t be able…
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NaNoWriMo has started!
It’s November first so that means that NaNoWriMo has officially started! I’m scared and ecstatic at the same time. Wondering how many words I can get in everyday. I want to push myself but not over my limits so I’ll only be writing in the evenings until it’s time for bed and during the weekend.
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Prompt: My heart on repeat // Letters to September – 28
I find myself again spiralling out of control. Holding on to broken pieces, forgetting how to fly. Dreaming about meadows at the break of dawn with a soft blanket of mist hovering above the ground. Hugging the tree line at the far back with the early soft streaks of the sun barely shining through.
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Creating your own inspiration
When writing every single day from prompts you sometimes run into an obstacle called inspiration, or more precisely the lack thereof. At least I do sometimes. A prompt alone can help with creating a story so you don’t have to start completely from scratch but it cannot always guide you in your inspiration for said…
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Prompt: Fireplace // Letters to September – 25
Fall has finally arrived in full. The air now holds a sharpness to it, wrapped ever so slightly in cold. The streets glow with orange hues of crispy leaves, like a blanket covering the floor. The warm smell of spices and pumpkin fields hangs all around us. The sun sets with an eagerness of young…
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Prompt: 3 am thoughts // Letters to September – 20
In the middle of the night when the world outside my bedroom window wraps itself in darkness I find myself lying awake in bed. Twisting and turning, the thoughts in my head keep running at the speed of light. Every thought a new story of what if, what could happen, or am I just making…
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Prompt: rainy day // Letters to September – 14
Sitting outside on the porch with a warm cup of tea in her hands Amber looks out across her front yard. A soft blanket covers her waist and the book she was reading lays open and forgotten on her lap. The words on the pages patiently waiting to be met by her eyes. For now,…
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Prompt: an empty page but nothing to write // Letters to September – 07
So many thoughts running through my head, but none making any sense. Not one of them clear enough for me to hear or to form a full sentence with. Nothing is more frustrating than opening a new document, staring at an empty page but no words will flow from your fingertips. If I could only…
My Rambling Shelves 