I mentioned to my family that this three hundred words a day thing is very difficult for me. Not because I don't have enough to say. I would guess you all know me well enough by now to know that that could never be the case.
I mean, honestly - I can wax poetic for pages about just about anything that is of interest to me. My littles. The things I love. My momma. Running. What I had for breakfast this morning. The sand on the beach.
No, for me, the single most difficult part of this challenge is only using three hundred words.
Which, in case you hadn't realized, was exactly the point.
I stopped writing regularly because I believe that every story worth reading has a beginning, a middle and an end. Most of my stories do. I will rarely leave you hanging, wondering why you bothered to stay, just what exactly is the point?
Truthfully, most of my stories go into oftentimes excessive detail when it comes to the beginning and the middle. I want to paint the entire picture for you. I want you to see through my eyes, to feel what I feel, so that I can then take you with me where I am going. Toward the end.
Frankie, sweet child that she is, said that in my writing, I use a lot of filler words. I think, I believe, truth is, fairly, very, unbelievably, overly, however, although.
Why, yes, I do believe I do. Fairly frequently. Rather often.
The challenge then becomes trusting myself, believing that I can take you beginning to end in exactly three hundred words. Am I able to show you everything I need you to see? All without losing my voice? All without losing me.
You tell me.
