Final Week 9/11-9/18

This final week post is a week late.  This challenge really kicked my ass and I think I've learned a lot because of that.  I will keep writing, but it will nice to write just to write, and not because I have set some stupid arbitrary goal for myself.  So, the take home message is this:  Attacking creativity in my usual militant goal-oriented way doesn't lead to success.  I can't treat my writing like I treat my to-do list.  I can't sit down and fit it in between laundry and school stuff.  I have to make it a priority to write when I feel inspired instead of trying to schedule it in when I think I have time.

Without further ado, the last installment of this godforsaken challenge:

Week 3 9/4-9/10

And
      then
            there
                   was
                        week 
                               3:

8/28-9/3

Week 2 coming at you!

8/24-8/27

As I close in on the end of my first week of this challenge, I have to acknowledge that I am not going to accomplish what I was hoping for with this project and that's okay.  

8/22-8/23

8/22 -- Fail!

Not even a week into this challenge and I've already managed to let life get in the way.  Yesterday was my first day back to work after vacation and then I met up with friends to play Cards Against Humanity until long past my bedtime.  I chose social activities over writing and I missed a day.  It sucks but I'm going to try not to beat myself up over it.

Moving on....

8/19-8/21 mind babbles

Welcome all to my first 30 day challenge writing post!  I am really enjoying this challenge so far but it is surprisingly emotional and exhausting.  Acknowledging my inner musings enough to write them down expends more energy than I was expecting.  Writers have a tough job!  Being locked in your head like that all the time takes dedication and skill.  I hope I get use to it as time goes on.  

Anyway, without further ado, here are the first three days worth of my writing:

The Right to Write

Writing is something that I never thought I was good at.  I had this dick of an English teacher my Junior year of high school who gave me a complex.  He refused to give me an A on any paper I wrote no matter how hard I worked on it.  His response was always the same, "You can do better than this!"  At the time I thought I was trying my hardest and that he was being an asshole.  He wouldn't sign me up for his AP class the following year because he felt I wasn't ready and that I wouldn't do well enough.