Good evening! Hello fellow writers! A huge “Congrats!” to all of you fabulous fellow #NaNoWinners of 2018! We did it! We crossed the finish line! I’m going out on a limb here by guessing that many of you are taking a short break from all the writing madness. I did too! It’s been eight days since we achieved our novel-writing goal. I must say that the feeling in my soul, after my final calculation populated, was very gratifying, indeed! The victory, this sixth year, took me back to a childhood memory of learning to ride a bike – and how similar the writing process is. I remember my first bike with training wheels; I spent an entire day sitting on my new bike, “imagining” pedaling on only two wheels down the hill in front of our yellow house, on a quiet street, in my small home town. Whilst sitting on my anchored bike, I “imagined” what my Mom would say if I would reach the foot of the hill, “Sweetie, I am so proud of you!” I would also “imagine” my big brother saying, “Wow, you actually did it!” I remember the smile on my face as I “imagined” hearing both of those remarks. I also remember the realization I felt as I stared at the peak of the hill, wondering how I would ever earn those words, knowing that if I did not learn to ride the bike – without the training wheels attached – I would not get to hear their words. I remember how real their “imagined” words felt to me. I wanted to hear those words badly! I was a determined child. I remember requesting the training wheels be removed. I remember that each time I attempted and fell off the bike, it was their “imagined” words that gave me the courage to get myself back on that bike and keep trying. Mom could not pedal the bike for me. My brother could not pedal the bike for me. I remember feeling the strength in my determination. My faith grew in my own ability to pedal the bike, control the handle bars and brakes. After, a short while, I stopped falling off the bike because I built up the courage to ride my bike down the hill, and was greeted with the words I imagined from my Mom and brother. Likewise, this November, each day I could taste the victory, but to earn it, I had to keep my butt in my chair, and my fingers on the keyboard, to earn the victory. When I received the word calculation results on November 30th and the “Winner” certificate earned, I “imagined” what my Mom would say to me, if she were still in this world, “Sweetie, I am very proud of your sixth NaNoWriMo Victory!” Happy writing!
(C) 2018 Daily Writer Girl
Good Evening! It’s that time of year again! National Novel Writing Month – NANOWRIMO – On November 1st at 12:00am my fingers will be glued to my keyboard, as I attempt the NANOWRIMO challenge of writing a 50,000 word count novel in just 30 days for my sixth (6th) consecutive year! Each year, at this exact point in time, I ask myself this same question, “Okay, why I am attempting NANOWRIMO again this year?” And, yes, each year I laugh at myself as I answer back – “…because I cannot NOT do this! NANOWRIMO is in my soul!” Actually, by ‘actively’ participating in NANOWRIMO for the past five (5) consecutive years – I’d like to share just three of the benefits I have gained:
1) NANOWRIMO has given me the confidence to DECLARE myself “A Writer!” –
2) NANOWRIMO has made me a better writer by allowing me to build a strong foundation for my stories!
3) NANOWRIMO has allowed me to ‘grow’ in my writing skills, by enhancing the range – depth that I can go with character development!
I feel joyful as the calendar gets closer to November 1st, knowing that I will be joined by over 300,000 writers around the globe, who will be taking this same challenge! To all of my fellow writers, I have faith that each of us has the ability to cross the Winner’s line! Much success to each of you! Happy Writing!
(c) 2018 Daily Writer Girl
“Despite my fear of heights, I climbed the tower of stairs to reach the platform, over seven feet in the air.”
“I was in no rush to take my turn. If no one notices, I could just climb back down those stairs, instead of that zip wire.”
My turn arrived, “What? No! This zip has stopped midway down the wire. I’m stuck in mid-air. Why are my teammates on the ground crying? They must see my blue lips because this wire around my neck is blocking my ability to breath! Am I going to die on this zip? I’m out!”
© 2018 Daily Writer Girl
Empathy prompted Suzanna to try to mend their broken past.
Every visit was met with his cruel, withdrawn, and cynical behavior.
When he demanded Suzanna to leave, requesting time with a random visitor,
Suzanna hesitated. His second request, “You’re still my little girl, so I get to tell you what to do.”
She thought silently, “Actually, I was never your little girl, Dad, otherwise you wouldn’t have treated me the way you have my entire life.”
Suzana took one last glance at her father, upon leaving, “This is the last time you’ll get to reject my love!” She never returned.
© 2018 Daily Writer Girl
John smiled while accepting the company award, “The Quiet Leader” at our annual meeting.
He received a standing ovation.
A microphone was passed around, “Share a toast to our incredible leader!”
The microphone landed in my hands. John’s smile turned upside down, his face deep red.
The room became quiet, as I positioned myself to speak.
My thoughts rushed through my mind, “Dare I share that John was not such a quiet leader in the mandatory meeting he requested at the end of business hours, choosing to perform very harmful acts behind his locked office door! Will they believe me?”
© 2018 Daily Writer Girl