I love social media challenges. 30-day Instagram prompts or one-word prompts, Meet The Author prompts, etc. Inktober is no exception. Especially since I love art, looking at it and buying it and adding it my wish list.
Every year for the past few years now a Writetober challenge has been released. The idea is to write one 50-word story a day and include the word from that prompt.
This year I am (finally?) combing the two. My default is to say that I’m an overachiever. I mean, I decided this last minute. I didn’t write either of the prompts down ahead of time. Or plan anything out before. My time could better be spent prepping for NanNoWriMo. I did just start a new part-time job last week, and Ant and I are finally feeling better and settling back into a new routine of home life.
But really, I’m tired of overthinking what to post on my social media accounts.
Where I share the books I’ve read from December 2021 through February 2022.
I’ve been doing much better reading the books Ant and I own during these past three months. I also started creating an Excel spreadsheet to catalogue our library. It’s a slow project, but I’m excited to see it through.
My reading goal was to complete 54 books. Thanks to my month off in December I came very close to achieving my goal, but due to our Bermuda Triangle week and spending more time with Monica, watching Netflix movies (Love Hard and tick tick…BOOM), Survivor, and playing board games, I fell just three books short—but I think it was the better option 🙂
Dear Vox Machina, Enola Holmes, Addie LaRue, and Coco,
You are the stories I’ve shared my last week and this weekend with. You have forever reinforced that stories are hard and heart-breaking, but beautiful and worth every minute spent with them.
Back where I started my day
Except it’s 9 o’clock at night,
not 6 o’clock in the morning.
I’ve showered and am letting my hair dry before sleep.
Ant’s already in bed. It’s backwards.
I’m so far removed from the emotions of this morning
My head is clearer now than it was then
Day 22 “lessons from quarantine”
here, today, right now
the only moment we have
i’m embracing it
This one came to me while putting away today’s second load of laundry. How do you wrap up an entire 157 days worth of lessons in 17 syllables?
Day 19 “around the house”
the mattress is out in
the living room. thanks heatwave.
cats are everywhere.
A weekend of Summer hakius. These three all kind of fit together and bring some of the happier moments of this COVID-19 Summer to light.
Day 13 “summer sips”
fruit juice with dinner / black coffee in a paper / cup, iced chais with friends
We don’t have a special summer drink, so this is what I came up with for today.
Day 12 “healing”
our safe comfort zone / as often as we’ve been here / home has been healing
I took an unintentional break yesterday from poetry, as I’m training to cover one of the janitorial groups the company employs. I split my work day and wanted to write yesterday’s haiku then, but I was so tired. Monday I stayed up late reading and then writing a spontaneous blog post.
Also, yesterday’s prompt was a sad one, and I didn’t feel motivated to write more about missing hugs, home games of D&D, seeing my people and watching my babies (nieces, nephews, and goddaughter) grow up, and getting any slices of normalcy back.
So, I decided to skip it altogether and keep plugging along today.
Dear Lara Jean,
You have revived my love for Young Adult Realistic Contemporary Fiction.
The last YA novel I read was way back in January or February of this year. Seven to eight months between YA novels used to be unheard of. Once I’d heard of Sarah Dessen, Deb Caletti, Lauri Halse Anderson, Gayle Forman . . . there was no turning back.
Granted, this has been my Fantasy year so far.