So having conquered NaNoWriMo last year and done a poem a day for a whole year previous to that I have now signed up for National Poem Writing Month – 30 poems in 30 days.
How hard can it be?
Just two kids to look after as well as a mounting work load – hence me writing this at nearly 1:00am.
Still – it will be good to get my poetry head on again.
So – In sorting out paperwork recently I came across a scrap of paper that had been an attempt to start a journal years and years ago. I thought it would be a good idea to add those snippets of information on here – purely for my own reference so I can find them again easier in the future.
This lead me in to looking back at my first posts, when I was essentially trying to keep a journal. There was so much good stuff, especially about all Alexander’s firsts and so on, that it has made me realise how valuable those posts are. Not the blogging world in general but to myself! So I have resolved to try to start keeping a journal again, as well as all the other stuff I post.
Let’s see how it goes.
Also if any of my friends out their have any significant dates they remember would be good to fill on the large gaps in my memory 🙂
Apologies for the silence. Have felt like death most of the week. Hopefully normal service will resume soon.
Today’s blogging101 task was Try (Another) Blogging Event
So I chose this one – TAKE THE 50-WORD STORY CHALLENGE
It has ten prompts – I have only done one so far but will try to update all ten before the month is out! As if I didn’t have enough deadlines and challenges.
This is the first
Not Enough Sleep
By Scott Bailey © 2015
No time to sleep, Must get on. Much to do. Can’t be late. Sleep when you’re dead my old man used to say. Who’s coming I wonder? Here come the cars. Just take a peek Not many! Expected more at my own funeral! Oh well, what’s next?
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