In my last post I’d said that I would be writing 500 words everyday, and so far, I’ve performed pretty well. On the first day I wrote 1,046 words, then 925 on the next. The word count varied each day, but I manged to write 500 words everyday. Some days, when I had no idea what to write about, even though I had so many of them scribbled in my notebook, I used non-fiction writing prompts. For the last three days, I’ve been quite uninspired to write, but I knew I had to get those words down, so I stopped making excuses and got some of my thoughts written, which I would’ve otherwise avoided writing.
In the first few days, I noticed my repetition of words and phrases. It sounded so cliched. I found myself comparing my writing to other bloggers and writers, and trying to copy their styles. I had to keep reminding myself that I can never be like them. We are all different.
When I first discovered writing prompts, I’d refrained from using them. I thought I was stealing people’s ideas. However, non-fiction prompts are different. They often ask you questions or tell you to reflect upon certain things in your life. Unlike fiction prompts, they force you to be original, because no one else has lived your life. In my 12-day writing streak, I’ve used prompts three times, and each time, I ended up learning something new about myself. It was all there; I’d just failed to see it. I kind of love non-fiction prompts – they help me get unstuck, and I don’t feel like I’m stealing ideas from someone else.
The last few uninspired days have been quite discouraging, but I’m trying my best because only practice will take my further than where I am today. I need to persist, no matter how dull and lifeless my writing is on such days when I don’t know what I’m writing. Only persistence will make me better. I also need to learn to have patience and enjoy it.
When I’d started this practice, I’d thought that I’ll edit all that I’ve written and post it here, but not every piece is that good, and they are not always complete in themselves. Some of them are just thoughts and beliefs I finally put to paper. Though most of them won’t make it here on my blog, they are giving me more ideas which I can use in my short stories. Others I might expand into essays or blog posts. I can see this practice reaping so many results – better writing style, a daily habit, and a store of ideas that might come handy in the future.
Also, on one of the days I wrote about something deep and personal, in response to a writing prompt. I felt guilty and almost cried while writing it, because it was the truth. I’d changed a bit by the time I finished writing those 500+ words. It’s surprising that even a piece of as short as 5oo words can change someone. Not that it was a huge, enlightening change, but it was a change nonetheless. I learned a little about what I’d done and how I could improve myself, and also noticed that writing is not only about what the readers feel while reading the piece but also about what the writer feels when he/she is writing it. What I feel guilty about is something that my mother – who that essay is about – might not even remember, but I still feel bad and I want to apologize. Writing makes you realize so much. You discover yourself through writing. Writing daily has made me a better writer and, after that piece, hopefully, a better person.
I’d written a post for my blog as a follow up to my first post here, and even though I completed it in one sitting, it just didn’t work out. Everything I write isn’t necessarily going to end up published on my blog or in a book. Most of it will never make it out into the world – it’ll just stay there in my notebooks. And I need to remember that.
Earlier, I used to discuss a lot of things in my diary – my experience traveling inter-state by bus everyday; a particular controversy going on; something that happened at school; a thought I had for a long time. I used to discuss these things in length. This was all in my last two diaries. In my present one. I see only records of how many words I wrote, what book I read, hopes for the future in a couple of sentences. All the thoughts, experiences, etc. that I’ve had are stored in my writer’s notebook, waiting to be turned into stories and essays. I’m glad I have inspiration in stock. I just need to stop procrastinating and work on them.
I’ve planned a lot of stuff for my writing – future projects and experiments. This time, however, I’m proceeding with caution, and doing one thing at a time. Because I’m afraid I might get uninterested like last time if I do too many things at once. The amount of ideas is overwhelming, but I’m keeping myself under control.