Day 1 | 16 September – Introduction

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“Being an author isn’t just about writing — it’s a journey to discovering yourself and new friends.”

I’m an author — I write things. All authors write things. Whether it be for enjoyment/fulfillment, or emotional release. Whether it be to educate, or to document discovery. But the most important job of the author is to have their content read by other people… and to have it liked by them.

As an author, we cannot wave a magic wand and summon people to discover and read our work. Our job is significantly harder— an endless attempt to lure people in with nothing but our words, to capture their interest and hope that we made such an impression that they might return for more. Being an author is so much more than writing a story and putting it out there in hopes that people might find it.

It is because of this reason that being an author becomes so much more than that — you are a creative mind in the world of business, creating your brand and marketing your work, growing your connections with other people. You are a blooming flower in a cane field which, without enough water, will no longer continue to grow. You are a flower which must somehow summon rain and flood the cane field, so that your tiny presence can finally be seen among the towering, craved stalks that surround you. You must shift the interest. ‘Don’t look at the sugar cane— look at me!”

Being an author is a hard, but rewarding journey. The feeling of satisfaction that comes upon completing a lengthy novel, or a well written article. The bond you share with other writers, all striving for similar dreams. The skills you build when learning new writing techniques and new ways to share your work with others. Being an author isn’t just about writing — it’s a journey to discovering yourself and new friends.

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Day 50 | 4 November–Story about a Song (Final)

Song: This is What You Came For – Rhianna

Nina flew down the highway, her brain in scrambles. She hated this. All of these emotions stirring in her brain. She couldn’t figure out where they’d come from, but she was certain they were the beginning of her own personal hell. Because she was about to break down the wall she’d build and jump into a nightmare.

She was so engrossed with trying to sort out her head that she didn’t notice her phone was ringing through her car’s BlueTooth. She answered, glad to have a distraction.
“Hello?” she said.

“Nina? It’s Sophia! Where are you?” she asked. And not in a casual ‘where are you’ way. In more of a ‘where are you’ demanding tone. Like she was expected to be somewhere.

“Uh… heading back to my apartment?” Nina replied slowly, a frown settling on her face.

“For a change of clothes, I hope,” Sophia said. “You didn’t forget the after party, right? it was your idea! You’re missing everything! The champagne, the dancing-”

Nina slapped her forehead, cursing. In her haste, she’d completely forgotten. What a great example she was leading.

“Look… I can’t. I’m just really burned out after today. But you guys have fun. You’ve earned it,” Nina lied quickly, desperate to get out of this situation. As much as she wanted to turn around and go join them, she knew her thoughts would follow her there, and plague her throughout the night. No, she needed to deal with this now. She couldn’t take it any longer.

Sophia hung up just as Nina was pulling into Richard’s mom’s house. She figured that if Richard was anywhere after being kicked out, it would be here.

The automatic lights flicked on, like spotlights greeting her on her own personal stage. A dog started yapping from the backyard, like applause luring her out of her car and to the front gate. By the time she was opening it, Richard had already opened the front door, a cold stare glued to her.

“What do you want?” Richard asked, his voice hollow. Nina swallowed hard. This was different to anything she was used to. She was used to lying and pretending, not spilling the truth. When she was finished with something, she didn’t recycle it. She threw it out. But now, she was digging through garbage to get back something she hadn’t realised was so important to her.

“Richard… I need to talk to you,” Nina said, her voice wavering. “And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time after I’ve hurt you… but I need this. And I need you. And you’d know better than anybody that it’s hard for me to ever admit I need help.”

She took a step forward, the pebble path crunching under her heels. Richard didn’t speak. But he hadn’t protested, so Nina continued.

“I… I think I love you. And I didn’t intend to love you. But now, my heart keeps aching with you gone, and I don’t understand why. And I just want to make it stop, and the only way I know how to is to be with you.”

Richard’s eyes softened.

“Why should I trust you?” he asked softly, without taking his eyes off of her.

“Because you bring out the good in me, and with you I want to become a better person. I need you to help me. I want to change my ways. I want to try and make it work with you.”

Richard sighed a long sigh.

“It’s not that easy, Nina. I’d be putting my heart on the line for you.”

There was a silence.

“But I’d do more than that if it meant I could have you back,” Richard admitted finally. “So how about we start by you coming inside, and we can talk?”

A smile rose on Nina’s lips, and her heart’s panicked beats began to slow with relief. She made her way to the door where he stood, and said,

“I’d like that very much.”

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Part One: 

Day 10 | 25 September

Part Two: 

Day 20 | 5 october

Part Three:
Day 30 | 15 October

Part Four:
Day 40 | 25 October 

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100 Day Challenge Notice

Doing this challenge has taught me a lot.

The biggest thing it taught me is that you can’t force creativity.

I have a lot of things that I need to focus on, and this challenge helped me get back into the swing of writing. Now, I feel motivated to take on challenges that have been sitting in my ‘to do’ pile for a while.

But I don’t feel like continuing this challenge is a good idea. I know i didn’t even make it halfway, and I honestly had a feeling I might not because I’ve never been good at committing to things like diaries and such. I think it’s pretty amazing that I got this far. But I can’t keep up, and the days get away from me. I simply have too many other things going on at this time of my life, and I want to focus on the things that are most important.

That being said, I hope that anyone who followed this challenge enjoyed what I did post, and got to learn a bit more about me. I also want to announce that I had plans to end this challenge with a Christmas Collab with some other authors, and no matter what, I still want to make that happen. So look out for that towards Christmas!

Lastly, I don’t want to end this without finishing my ‘Story about a Song’ challenge. So I’m going to post that for Day 50, which is today.

Day 42 | 27 October – Authors Reactions to their Readers

I recently watched a vlog on YouTube that discussed bad behavior by celebrities, and the way they treat their fans.

Personally, I never saw the appeal of going to see famous actors or singers or models in person, or sticking posters of them on your walls. If anything, the way they sell themselves for money is kind of creepy. I mean, do you really want strangers to know everything about you? Having pictures of yourself in people’s bedrooms and online for all to see?

But many people do go to see their inspirations and idols. And that makes sense to me. I believe there’s a distinct difference between seeing someone as your personal inspiration, a motivator to your everyday life, and seeing them as a ‘beautiful, perfect celebrity who is relevant and does exciting things for you to be distracted by’. It made me think about how authors should treat their readers— after all, it’s quite hard to cater for an audience that solely focuses on your writing skills and whether you can craft a story to their likeably. Rarely will a reader go further to investigate the author themselves, unless truly inspired by their words.

One of the strongest links between authors and readers is reviews. How an author views their book reviews can help their relationship with their readers.

A good review is always handled differently to a bad review. While good reviews are an author’s way of getting praise and satisfaction out of the hard work they do, a bad review can be many things. It can be criticism, intended to help or hurt the author. Or it can be a way of being told their work wasn’t enjoyed, and they failed at what they tried to do.

Sometimes, this can really hurt the author. Creative writing is a way to express feelings. Often, the writer tells the story that they need to tell. And when the reader doesn’t enjoy it, it’s not easy to change. They can’t make altercations. The story’s final print is set in stone. It’s either a hit or a flop. And either way, it’s how the story goes. It isn’t meant to be changed once it’s done.

That’s why an author can feel very attacked when readers don’t take this into consideration, and blatantly abuse an author for coming up with such a bad book. Sometimes, they can forget how hard it is to write a book in the first place. But that doesn’t give the author permission to attack that reader back.

Readers are just like customers, and if you’ve worked in hospitality, you’ll know that the customer is always right. The reader is always entitled to their opinion. And though they may not be very considerate in their review, it’s the author’s job to take it all in stride. Crafting your work to suit the readership you attract is the best way to build a strong readership. No matter how harmful a reader is, or how much they annoy you, or how much you may dislike them, that reader is your ally. They gave your work a shot. You should be thankful for that much. And criticism can only ever improve a person.

The difference between a good role model and a bad role model is how that role model treats their fans, who support them every single day. Just because you’re having a bad day doesn’t give you the right to treat them like crap. They have been there for you through much, and they will continue to be if you give them reason to.

Don’t give them a reason to give up on you.

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Day 41 | 26 October – My Author Inspirations Part 2

Lemony Snicket, for his creative dedications in his ‘A Series of Unfortunate Events’ series. Each and every one is so different to the usual, so poetic and fitting to the story itself. It amazes me how such short sentences can give me such feelings.

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Day 40 | 25 October – Story about a song

Song: Closing Time by Semisonic

“Excuse me!” Nina called out, securing the attention of a young shopper passing by. She approached her confidently from the stall they had set up, with Sofia’s make up range on display for all to see. “My, what a lovely face you have! What makeup do you use?”

The young shopper looked around nervously, but then said, “Naked.”

“Ah, so you like a natural look?” Nina purred, wanting to dig deeper. The girl nodded, and she gave her a lovely, bright smile.

“I’m Nina,” she said, holding out her hand. The girl reached out to shake it, saying,

“I’m Cloe.”

“Well, Cloe, I happen to know that Naked cosmetics can be quite pricey. But all worth it for a decent look right?”

Cloe opened her mouth to speak, but Nina was faster— leaning in with a glint in her eye.

“What if I told you that I knew a cheaper makeup brand that would still offer you the same look, and satisfaction?”

Nina gestured to the display behind her. “Saffron Cosmetics, Cloe. Come, let’s check it out, shall we?”

Nina’s day went on just like this. She would find a customer, sell them Saffron’s products at a good price, and continuously be the awe inspiring leading lady of her company. Her team were all brilliant as well, but none of them quite had the same flair that Nina did. It was like she walked on sunshine and confidence, on a level no one else could reach.

“Good work, ladies,” Nina applauded, as it neared the afternoon. “I’m going to go hunt down some lunch. What does everyone feel like?”

Everyone had quite a mixed taste. Nina felt thankful that she’d had the sense to launch the Saffron Collection in a large shopping center, which was good for business and lunch options. As she walked briskly through the center, she noticed a number of stores. Usually, her feelings didn’t affect her this badly, but with every store that held a significant memory with Richard, the more guilt would build. Like when she passed her favorite furniture store, and Richard bought her a lamp she adored, even though he thought it was horrible. Or the Sushi Shop on the corner, where they often had lunch dates together.

The more she tried to block him out, the more evident it became that she couldn’t. There was something about Richard that was different, and it wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.

Nina returned half an hour later with four bags of food for everyone. While they ate, they discussed the success of the Saffron Launch, and how much they’d made in just a day alone. But Nina wasn’t listening, and people noticed this. Usually the woman of encouragement and pep talks, she was awfully silent for a success that she’d build practically on her own.

“Nina?” one of her teammates asked gently. “Are you alright?”

Nina cleared her throat, jerking her head upwards.

“I’m fine!” she said brightly— perhaps a little too brightly. “Come on, let’s squeeze in some last sales before we pack up!”

They worked hard, trying to sell the last of their merchandise. As nightfall ticked closer, Nina became more restless. She knew she didn’t want to go home. She couldn’t handle the loneliness the night would bring, or the invasive thoughts her mind would plague her with. When they began to pack up, she worked slower than the other girls, trying to put off the moment they would get in their cars and drive home for the day.

But once everything was packed away, and everyone was taking off, Nina was left to hover in the parking lot, unsure of herself and what she wanted. She paced around her car, trying to get her thoughts together. But it was inevitable. She knew exactly where she wanted to go, and she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until she gave in.

Because there was only one person she wanted to take home.

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Part One: 

Day 10 | 25 September

Part Two: 

Day 20 | 5 october

Part Three:
Day 30 | 15 October

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Day 39 | 24 October – Halloween horrors – short story

Abby enjoyed being the center of attention. In art class, when they did scrapbooking, she reigned over all with her clever decorating skills. In swimming club, she was the fastest swimmer of them all. And every lunch time, she was surrounded by her loving friends, sharing lunches and secrets.

Abby knows about everyone. Her loyal friends were very talented in snooping, spying, and discovering everything about everyone. This gave Abby much to hold against her peers, and it assured her that she would have everything she ever wanted… forever.

So when it came to her tenth birthday party, Abby’s mother told her over dinner that she could stay out at their lake house for the weekend, and she could bring anyone she liked.

Abby intended on bringing all her friends, as per usual.

The lake house was out of town, and very secluded. Abby didn’t fancy having her parents around, and though it took much convincing, she managed to get the house to herself all weekend. No interruptions, or parental guidance.

“As long as you’re careful, Abby,” her mother said, scraping the last helping of dinner up for Abby to eat. “I don’t like the idea of you being all alone down there.”

“I won’t be alone,” Abby replied, her nose turned up at her food. She folded her arms firmly. “My friends will be with me.”

Abby’s parents exchanged a glance, but didn’t say anything.

“Well, we can send some food with you to eat. And you have our number… who exactly will be going?”

“Caitlin, Hayley, Ella and Mary,” Abby replied, picking at the food on her plate. Her parents exchanged a look again.

“And we’ll have to pick them up?” her mother asked wearily.

“Of course!” Abby replied, looking almost shocked. Her mother grimaced, before nodding in agreement.

“Well, let them know. We’ll take you all down on Saturday morning.”

 

As the week went by, Abby’s excitement couldn’t be quenched. Her friends were just as eager to join her at the lake house. They were so immersed in the planning of their extravagant weekend that they almost didn’t notice the new girl— a shy, timid girl, with black hair, and a cute smile. For someone so shy, she was barely noticed. But Abby noticed, because Abby was the best at everything, and now, that title was being threatened.

The new girl, named Lana, didn’t try to stand out. But in art class, when they did portraits, she awed everyone with her watercolor painting. In swimming club, set a new record for the entire class. And every lunch time, she was glared at by Abby and her friends. Until Abby had a brilliant idea.

Abby approached Lana, a sickly sweet smile on her face.

“Hey there!” she greeted, making Lana startle from her lunch. A lunch, Abby noticed, that looked so much better than her own.

“Why are you sitting over here all alone?” Abby asked, and Lana avoided her gaze.

“No one wants to sit with me,” Lana admitted. And Abby knew that all too well, for it was Abby who warned everyone who attempted to befriend her to leave her alone. Abby, who had everyone’s secrets ready to spill. Abby, who didn’t like not being the best.

“How about you sit with me?” Abby asked finally, and Lana looked surprised.

“Really?” she asked, and Abby nodded.

“Come on! We always sit over here,” she said, gesturing to her table where her friends waved. They had the best view of the football field from their table.

So Lana scurried after Abby, like a lost puppy promised food. Abby cooed over her lunch, offering to swap some of her own, and complimented her art from class. Lana blushed and beamed and felt more content than she had all week. It had been rather daunting to come to a new school all alone, and now, someone was giving her a chance.

“It’s my birthday this Saturday, and I’m having a huge party at our lake house,” Abby said finally, tucking her brown hair behind her ear and smiling smugly. Next to Lana’s effortlessly gorgeous, shiny black hair, Abby felt rather drab.

“Oh…” Lana trailed off, nodding politely. Abby continued to look around at her friends, smiling.

“Would you like to come?” Abby offered, and Lana’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Really?” Lana gasped, and Abby smiled.

“Of course! It’s going to be so much fun!” she insisted. Lana was overjoyed.

“Yes! I’d love to come!” Lana exclaimed.

 

And so, the following Saturday morning, Abby and her mother drove to pick up all of her friends. First they stopped at Caitlin’s house, who jumped into the very back, where the fold down seats were. Then Hayley joined Caitlin in the back too.

When they picked up Ella and Mary, they squished into the middle back seat, leaving one more seat for Lana. Abby took the front passenger seat… because it was a special seat for only the best.

When they stopped outside Lana’s house, Abby’s mother looked shocked when Lana came running down the driveway, bags in tow.

“Oh! I wasn’t expecting this…” her mother said, and Abby rolled her eyes.

“I told you Lana was coming,” she said. Lana opened the back door.

“Hi Abby!” she cried. “Should I just put my bags in the back?”

“Sure, just on the ground,” Abby replied lazily. Abby rounded to the back, where Caitlin and Hayley were sitting, and carelessly dumped them at their feet. One of the bags hit Hayley’s toe, and she let out an annoyed, “Ouch!”

But Lana didn’t seem to notice, her excitement coursing through her.

With everyone ready to go, they drove out to the lake house.

Upon arrival, it was late afternoon, and Abby was itching to stretch her aching legs.

“Beat you to the lake!” she cried, taking off running. Lana dashed out of the car, racing after her, the other girls streaming out in tow and following. Abby’s mother was left to carry all the bags inside, as the girls launched themselves into the lake in their clothes for an afternoon swim.

When they finally came back, Abby’s mother scolded them for their carelessness.

“Now you’ll catch a cold!” she said. “Quick, grab some dry clothes and go for showers.”

Abby pouted. “I thought you were going to leave us by ourselves!” she questioned, hands on her hips.

“I will when I’m sure you’ll be responsible,” her mother replied. “Now, you have food in the fridge, and I left my number pinned there too. Don’t leave the lake house. Behave, and be careful.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know!” she moaned.

“Okay, well, I’ll go now. But have those showers,” she insisted, before kissing her daughter goodbye and leaving the girls to have full run of the house. Abby smirked at her mother’s retreating back as the door clicked shut, and turned to Lana.

“So, what should we do now?”

 

The girls spent the afternoon going through Abby’s room. Many things were left at the lake house, so there were many things the girls had never done with Abby before. She had board games, and dress up clothes, her own television and a bookcase filled with DVDs. The girls had plenty to do until their stomachs began to rumble and they all filed downstairs for some food.

Lana was hesitant to let Abby cook— at home, she wasn’t allowed to touch the oven or stove, but Abby was insistent that she knew how to cook pizza. Thankfully, it turned out alright, and it was eaten very quickly.

“It’s sort of scary, being here all alone,” Lana said, peering out of the windows. The trees, which were not in the slightest bit scary during the day, were intimidating with their sharp branches casting shadows at night. The sight of Lana, nervous and timid, gave Abby a great idea.

“We have a Ouija board in the attic!” she announced, her voice low and mysterious. Her eyes twinkled excitedly. “We should play with it!”

Lana was very hesitant, but the other girls agreed with Abby. So reluctantly, Lana followed Abby to the attic, where they found the board, dusted it off, and bought it back to the kitchen. Laying it on the countertop, the girls gathered around.

“I’ll take the Planchette, you can take notes,” Abby said, pushing a pen and paper to Lana, who gingerly took the pen in her hands.

“I call forth any spirits. Reveal yourself!” Abby said firmly, waiting. The girls waited, looking around.

Lana watched with curious eyes.

“Lana, you try,” Abby urged, and Lana stared wide eyed at her.

“Uh…um… okay,” she said finally. “Uh… are you here with us?”

Suddenly, the Planchette moved to ‘yes’. Lana screamed with horror, but Abby rolled her eyes.

“Are you kidding me?” she snapped. She then looked at Hayley. “What are you doing?”

She looked down at the Planchette, at where Hayley had moved her hand to yes. Lana was still white faced, and Abby realized she was a true coward, as well as an idiot for thinking that the Planchette actually moved.

“Abby, stop trying to scare me!” Lana said finally. “Take your hands off the Planchette… I want to try for myself.”

Abby shuffled back, allowing Lana to move to where she was. Lana, now in control, asked,

“Did Abby just move the Planchette?” Lana asked. Hayley reached out and moved the Planchette to ‘no´.

Lana gasped.

“Who are you?”

No way that Lana was this stupid, right? What was she trying to attempt?

Hayley spelt out her name, and Lana turned to Abby.

“The ghost’s name is Hayley!”

Abby scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Well duh! Hayley’s right in front of you, moving the Planchette!”

Lana’s face paled.

“What are you talking about?”

“Hayley? Tall, dark skin?”

Lana shook her head. “There’s only us two here, Abby.”

Abby, frowned. She felt anger begin to bubble. Her mother always told her this too.

“No, Hayley, Caitlin, Ella and Mary are all here. They’re always with me. Why can’t anyone else see them!”

Lana turned back to the board, her face one of confusion.

“How many of you are there, Hayley?”

The Planchette moved to four.

“And you’re all ghosts, yes?”

The Planchette moved to yes.

Abby stared ,wide eyed and in disbelief. Lana slowly turned back to Abby.

“You can see dead people,” she said.

But no. It couldn’t possibly be true. Abby didn’t see dead people. Abby had friends. Abby was popular. And her friends made her popular. Her friends always found out other people’s secrets.

But how could they do that? How could they find out the most private details of someone’s life without getting caught? Unless they were dead, and invisible to others…

Abby wasn’t popular. She was just a hated, crazy psycho. Yes, she had the upper hand. But she was feared for always talking to herself. Feared for what she might do next.

“Abby, I want to call my mom,” Lana said finally, scrambling to her feet and heading to the phone. Abby glared at Lana. Her jealousy had never been so strong until now. Lana, who would tell everyone the truth. Lana, who knew Abby’s darkest secret. Abby was the keeper of secrets. She couldn’t afford to be ruined by someone like Lana.

She turned to her girls, her friends, the ghosts, and said,

“She left the connection open. I don’t plan on ever closing it. So… go and make her life hell.”

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Day 38 | 23 October – Halloween horrors – create a scary monster

Not of man, not of animal — the beast prowls in the night. It’s uncanny sense of smell can find you from miles and miles away. It senses death. It goes to the place where death occurs. With razor sharp, canine teeth, and beady black eyes, it watches skillfully, ready to devour it’s prey. It growls a deep, acidic growl. Covering it’s torso is limp, knotted fur, once white but now stained with blood and flesh. It’s arms and legs are like porcelain, with cracks and pasty skin.

It’s white fur and pale skin contrast well with it’s surroundings — it does not live on land, but in the afterlife. Waiting for dead people to cross over. It waits, knowing that they can be stopped on their journey to the afterlife. Should they fall victim to the beast, it will devour them until all they can do is lay bleeding forevermore, staining the white land red, gasping as they feel the pain of their body parts torn away. They will never reach the afterlife, never see their loved ones again, never know what might come next.

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Day 37 | 22 October – Halloween horrors – create a spooky setting

What was once a place of fun is now forgotten, left to decay and rot. An open mouthed entrance, with gleaming eyes to hint at a secret, and sharp teeth meant to thrill the daring adventurer, now looks even more terrifying. Rust creeps down the side of the smooth, painted cheek, and holes hollow out the decaying teeth,

A thick, eerie fog covers the park, making it impossible to see further than a few meters ahead.

A moss covered pavement, fighting for dominance against grass sprouting through the cracks, leads onwards to many broken rides, which have ceased to operate in years. One is a rollercoaster, black with deterioration. The tracks are broken, unhinged, and hanging dangerously. Trees have grown up through the ride, claiming it.

Another is an old slide, riddled with graffiti and peeling paint. A fence encasing the cue is worn with holes and sags from it’s posts.

There is a broken down attraction; a train, forever parked on it’s railway. The glass windows are broken, and the sunlight streams into the carts at a peculiar angle, casting shadows off every faded chair and, most unnerving of all, a model of a train driver, still wide eyed and smiling in his seat.

A collapsed carrousel leaves chunks of horses strewn over the floor, sunk in holes and tangled in overgrowth.

The Abandoned Theme Park

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Day 36 | 21 October – The feeling when you get a writing boner

Many authors have a ‘push’ or ‘urge’ living inside of them. It doesn’t go away until you do what it asks, and that’s to write something.

Sometimes it’s a small feeling, like an annoying itch, that keeps bothering you until you put something down on paper. Sometimes you have no ideas, no creative energy, but the feeling haunts and plagues you until you figure out something to say.

Other times, it grows in you. It starts small, just waiting to be quenched. It feeds off of your creative energy, and ideas pop into your head. You become distracted — focused on the ideas. You can’t sit still. You have to write them down. You have to start writing the story, but you don’t have all the details. But you start writing anyway, and as you write the story continues to form in your head. The feeling of writing is so satisfying, and the ‘push’ that drove you there in the first place only numbs. Because when you stop, it will return, and it won’t cease until your story is done.

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Day 35 | 20 October – Improving as a Writer

It’s inevitable that writers will need to build their skills, take criticism, analyze their own work, and rewrite it many times.

All of this is often a time consuming, and sometimes expensive journey, as many writers must walk the path to crafting their style alone. Writers can struggle to improve their work when they’ve done everything they know how to at the time. After walking away from it for a year, they come back later with new skills and a fresh eye to detail. It takes them that long to realize what was missing, or wrong with their writing.

Writers will seek out writing classes, beta readers, and critique partners. There is never too much to learn, too many skills to gain, or too many opinions a writer can have.

Good novels require:

  • Good world building, which is plausible, and detailed.
  • Good character building, which is in depth, believable, and likable.
  • A decent plot, that engages the reader, is easy to keep track of, and doesn’t have too many subplots.
  • A good writing style, that flows well, and helps the reader get lost in the story. This includes descriptions, pacing and dialogue.

All of these things are individual skills that writers must master in order to improve and write their best work.

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