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Last day of NaJoWriMo for October 2015

NaJoWriMo, Day #31—Saturday, October 31, 2015

Today’s Prompt

tumblr_meqrmvGB6v1re99nqo1_400 (1)This being the last day of NaJoWriMo, write a letter to your journal about the last 31 days of journal writing. Write about the challenges, what you learned along the way, and how your thoughts changed about what creativity means in your personal life. 

Dear Precious Journal,

I have enjoyed this past month with you so very much. While I don’t typically need journal prompts in order to write in my journal, I have enjoyed almost all of the prompts for October 2015. I especially have enjoyed the fact that some friends and students have been participating this month as well! A few of them have shared their journal entries with me, but obviously journals are meant to be personal and not everyone feels comfortable sharing their journals—as it should be. I just tend to be someone who is willing to share it ALL for some reason without fear! I just like to. That’s the way it is—for me.

I wish every month was National Journal Writing Month. It should just be National Journal Writing Year! LOL! Regardless of whether or not we’re “celebrating” National Journal Writing month, I plan to continue writing in my journal every single day.

One thing I discovered this month while writing my journal entries using Microsoft Word has been that instead of just including a picture as part of my journal entries, I can actually use a picture as the background—a watermark—for my whole page for my journal entry! I wish I could do that with my digital journal, Penzu. The one negative about doing it that way is that if I want a separate watermark for each entry, I have to leave each entry as its own Word document rather than putting them all together as one month-long document. But that’s ok.

Up until this past week, I even printed out my daily journal entries and glued them into my printed journal! The only reason I quit doing that is because I finished that journal! My new one isn’t designed to be able to do that as nicely as the previous one. At least I can still print them all out and put them in a book if I still want to do that with all of them into one.

Because of my background studying the works of Julia Cameron, I’ve been learning more and more every year that I am a very creative being. I’ve never really thought of myself as such because my scrapbooks aren’t as creative as some of the ones by my scrapbooking friends, I can’t create anything like wreaths or such like, I hate decorating—yes, even for Christmas—even though I love all the decorations, and I simply don’t make visually creative STUFF.

But the reality is that because of my love of writing and the fact that it brings me joy, plain and simply, makes me Creative. It doesn’t matter if I prefer to write nonfiction rather than fiction. The important thing is that I love to write. I have fun writing and I honestly do feel creative when I write.

I can’t wait until the next NaJoWriMo—April, I do believe!!!

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Scott and Elizabeth–A Love Story

*As you can see from the date below, I wrote this story more than 10 years ago.  I ran across it as I was cleaning up the files on my computer and thought it might be fun to share with you….It brought a smile to my face, so maybe I ought to pursue finishing it….?????

September 23, 2004 (1st draft written February 4, 2003)

A Love Story

            Elizabeth couldn’t believe how late she was going to be for one of the most important events of her life.  Up late packing to leave for a two-year opportunity to study at Oxford University in London, she’d finally fallen asleep what felt like only moments before her alarm went off.  Unfortunately, that snooze button was too much of a temptation and now, after breaking all records to get ready on time, Elizabeth is running across campus focused only on getting in line before everyone marches onto the football field. Elizabeth hikes up her skirt and graduation gown and runs faster.

BAM!

Before Elizabeth realizes that she has bumped into someone, she falls flat on her butt with her skirt up over her head.  Quickly scrambling to her feet, she realizes that she is losing precious time because one shoe and her cap have magically disappeared.  Elizabeth is intent on finding her shoe and cap, so she doesn’t notice the tall, handsome young man who is still sitting where he’d landed from the force of their impact.  He is watching Elizabeth with an amused grin.

After attempting to speak to her several times, he soon realizes she is too distracted to notice him.  Scott hasn’t been used to this kind of response from girls.  Girls certainly had always fallen for him, but not literally.  Very few girls, in fact, had resisted his charm, and he always had the impression from the girls he dated that they were only looking for a good time—just as he was.

So when Elizabeth doesn’t even acknowledge him, Scott continues to sit and wait for her.  But as soon as she finds her cap and her shoe, she is off and running.

Stunned that she doesn’t notice him, Scott continues to sit and watch this marvelous young woman run to the football field.  A slow smile creeps wider and wider across his face until he’s grinning like a silly schoolboy.  With a chuckle, he jumps up, purposely strides towards the stadium, and falls into the back of the line—immediately behind this woman he has quickly decided he’s going to marry, but whose name he doesn’t even know.

Because Elizabeth is so intent on looking for her friends on the field or her family up in the stands, Scott has plenty of time to admire her throughout the long ceremony.  She isn’t what others would call beautiful, or even pretty, but she has a radiance about her that makes her fun to watch.  Scott noticed as they’d marched onto the field that she is a good foot shorter than he and that is in heels.  She’s a little stocky, but not unattractive.  She has gorgeous long, curly brown hair that she is wearing down and pulled back so she can get her cap on her head.  Even though she is wearing glasses, Scott notices that her eyes are a puppy-dog brown.  Her make-up is smudged in spots on her face, obviously from putting it on in a hurry.  And she has a smile that already lights up his world!  When she stood up in her chair to wave at her family and blow them kisses, his skin tingled, even through his gown and dress shirt, where she rested her hand on his shoulder in order to support herself.

Scott casually drapes his arm across the back of her chair just so she’ll have to touch him again, but she never does relax in her seat as the speakers drone on and on.  This curious young woman continues to sit up straight on the edge of her chair and stands every so often to look around.  She is holding her program tightly in her hand and both her legs bounce up and down.  She just cannot sit still!

When it comes time to call out the graduates, because there are almost a thousand graduating that day, the Chancellor calls out the departments rather than individual names.  When the English Department is called, even though this young woman is at the back and all her friends are at the front, she stands up and cheers as if she is standing right in the middle of her own crowd!  A few people sitting near Scott and Elizabeth can’t help laughing at her.  She either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care; Scott can’t tell which, but he can’t help laughing along with them.  In fact, he’s so caught up in her excitement, he jumps up and yells and screams right along with her.  Suddenly, she jumps into his arms and gives him a huge bear hug!  Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he lowers his head to hers and gives her a big, wet, sloppy kiss—right on the mouth!  She doesn’t appear shaken by their exchange, but Scott is so taken off balance that when he attempts to sit, he falls over backwards!  So there lies the best looking guy in school with his feet up in the air for a second time that day—too stunned to move.

Amazingly, the young woman notices that he’s fallen and she turns to help him back up.  Feeling playful, Scott isn’t any help.  In fact, he’s laughing so hard, he can’t get up no matter how hard he tries.  The girl starts laughing and the next thing they both know, she is on top of his chest and their giggles prevent them from making any move to get up.  Scott wraps his arms around her and they finally calm down enough to at least sit up.  Scott continues to hold her in his arms so she is sitting on his lap.  It is another few minutes before they are calm enough to attempt to stand.  Before they do, Scott casually plants a soft kiss on her inviting cheek and another on the top of her head as soon as they’re both standing upright.  The young woman promptly puts her cap back on her head and turns to wave to her family in the stands.  He turns to see if he can tell which family is hers.  It isn’t a difficult thing to do—there is a whole crowd of people, almost as short as “his girl,” waving and blowing kisses in their direction.  Because he just can’t help himself, Scott smiles and waves back.  The young woman doesn’t notice, but her family sure does!

Finally, graduation is over.  Scott reluctantly stands up to march out.  When they had marched in, he had been behind “his girl;” now he is in front of her.  He knows that she might disappear into the crowd very quickly if he doesn’t do something to keep her near him.  Very casually (but he does notice that his heart is beating a mile a minute), he steps aside to allow her to go ahead of him.

As she rushes past, Scott turns on the charm and smiles at her, “I’m Scott.”  When she doesn’t respond, Scott taps her on the shoulder and repeats himself.

“Hi, Scott,” and she quickly turns around and has to run to catch up to the line in front of her.

Determined not to let her get away, Scott strides quickly after her and takes hold of her arm.  Obviously upset, she turns around to face him with a determined fire in her eyes, “May I help you?”

Stammering, Scott manages a weak, “I said that my name is Scott.  What’s yours?”  And he flashes her the smile that had won so many hearts before.

Elizabeth puts her hands on her hips and blurts, “Why do you want to know?”

Shocked by her obvious disdain, Scott pauses and, before he can formulate an answer, Elizabeth turns and disappears into the crowd.

I just wanna Write!

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Hi, my name is Polly and I am addict.  I am addicted to Writing.  (And reading, but this post is about writing, so we’ll get to the Reading addiction at a different time.)  I LOVE to write.  I love writing about myself.  I love writing just for the sake of writing.  I love words.  I love running words together and seeing what results from the words I put together.  I love the act of typing words on my computer.  I still love writing by hand because there is just something about the appearance of my handwriting that says more than the words on the page are able to say about my emotional state at the moment of my writing.  I don’t write by hand so much anymore, but every so often, I will still pick up a notebook and pen (usually pink) and write my little heart out.

I am in the mood to write just about ALL the time.  I would rather write than do so many other things.  I think that everything I write should be read by EVERYONE.  That is not to say that I think my writing is better (or worse) than anyone else’s; it’s simply that I love to write so very much that I want to share that love with others.  I want others to feel it as they read what I have written and get excited about their own hobby–whatever it is that they feel passionate about–and DO IT!!!  I want to share the joy I have in the simple act of writing.

I know not everyone loves to write as I do.  That’s okay.  That is as it should be.  We should all have something that we do, though, that we LOVE to do–and we should DO IT.  There is no greater drug in the world than doing what you LOVE to do, what you are passionate about.

It is not about writing THE “Great American Novel” for me.  (Don’t get me wrong, though.  If that were to happen, it would thrill my soul!)  It is not about BEING a great writer or even being recognized as a [great] writer.  Sure it would be nice if my name was as popular on the lips of readers as that of Stephen King, J. K. Rowling, Jodi Picoult’s, or even John Greene’s.  But more than being recognized as a writer, I simply LOVE TO WRITE.

Writing, for me, is the same as breathing.  I HAVE TO DO IT or die.  I love to do it.  I want to write.  I can’t wait until I come to a place in my day when/where I can sit down and just write.  It doesn’t matter what I write.  It doesn’t matter if what I write has any substance or will be read by anyone but me.  I simply want to WRITE.

I find that everything else in my life (except reading) tends to get pushed to the side and much lower on my list of priorities because Writing is THE priority for me.  I love it!  If you read what I write, thank you.  I hope something about it is enjoyable for you because I sure had fun writing it!!!

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