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| Hi Journal! I had a very conscientious few weeks. School is finally at recess for the summer vacation, exam papers were marked and dispersed, graduation activities and commencement exercises are finally completed. Now I could breathe and have a life! I was so swamped with activities and end of school buzz, I virtually got several notices from the writing.com support team that I was missing out of action. Honestly, my internet was down all this week. I had to discipline myself wee hours of the morning to answer lengthy emails. Furthermore, I had to take care of some personal issues that became a distraction during the course of everything. Nevertheless, I am back and will do my best to receive less notices for my dismal writing appearance on this network. |
| Hi Journal, I had a very bewildered kind of day. I sat in the library reading an Economics book. Suddenly my face turned black and blue. My pulse raced, and shivers travelled down my spine. I read how racism and prejudice is so rampant in our communities. The book underscored how one race is discriminated on the job, as well as on the employment market. |
| Hi Journal, I had a very conscientious Monday. Reason being, I was struck with a brilliant idea. This summer, I intend to embark on my tutoring program. I had this vision for quit sometime but proscrasinated. As time went by, I have seen a a rapid decay in reading and writing skills in school age children. |
| Hi again Journal! After my conversation with the detection, I was left broken and discouraged. Was it possible the robber would dispose my important documents including my manuscript? My passport was recently renewed and stamped for the expiration date of 2025. There was a process to go through in the event my travel document was stolen or seized! I frowned my face filled with bitterness and resentment. My manuscript was written in two exercise books, and it was twenty-seven chapters in length. How in the world could I replace a manuscript? There was also my flash drive that was cornered in my purse. However, my flash drive only had three chapters of my novel stored and saved. My objective was to manually write the first draft of the manuscript, and then proofread the content later for editing. I had three more chapters to write to complete the full manuscript. If the manuscript is not recovered the book can no longer be compiled. Without the book being compiled, I have absolutely no novel to present to the copy-right office of the Bahamas, or obtain the ISBN number once it is ready for submission! My hard work has totally went down the tubes, and my goals and expectations squashed in the chilling moments of a drive by robbery! Hunching my shoulders, I sat troubled with my hand underneath my chin. How will I rebound from this incident? Can I live each day to the fullest knowing my novel is somewhere out there stashed in someone's trash bin, when in fact, it should be gearing to compete on the market with other books? A gigantic headache hammered my skull. It worsened when folks begun to tell me: "The robbers is dump them in the trash, you are not getting them back." Others will tell me: "Oh, that happen to me before. I gave the police my information and they never got back to me." And few told me: "It gone, forget about it." Despite all the negative talk, I am clinging to fate. I am hoping and praying that the robber has a heart. If not, someone somewhere recovers my hand-bag and return it! My whole future is in that bag. There is no way I could rewrite a novel. Nevertheless, I have learnt a valuable lesson. In future, I will keep my important belongings in a safe. Writers live in the real world. And sometimes the world is a jungle filled with criminal activities, and people who live without a conscience. |
| Hi Journal! This is a challenging day for me. Disaster struck out of nowhere in broad day walking east of Montrose Avenue. My mom, daughter, and I spent a casual afternoon together. I wore a cashmere blouse, jeans, and wore my hand-bag over my shoulder. In the corner of my eye, a red jeep pulled on the side. My first impression was that the person knew me and wanted to greet me. Anticipating a hello was quickly replaced with a tug on my shoulder. In a blink of an eye, I found myself wrestling with my purse. My pulse raced and I soon discovered the occupant of the vehicle forcefully snatched my purse, and sped off leaving me bewildered and filled with disbelief. The adrenaline pumped in my muscles as I shouted to the driver: "Come back, bring back my bag!" My heart slammed inside my chest, and I swallowed heavy lumps in my throat. I fled like super woman chasing the vehicle on foot. But my heart sank when I realized my efforts were fruitless! The robber stole my purse containing cosmetics, cell-phone gadgets, a small amount of cash, passport and finally my manuscript. My heart pounded loudly in my ears, and my lungs trapped in my throat. What am I going to do? I grumbled looking at the vehicles that zoomed on the narrow streets of the small island nation! I have to get it back! I kept telling myself nodding my head in aversion. How could anyone be so cruel? I frowned swinging my hands, and pacing my speed to the nearest police station. What's going to happen to my belongings? my mind raced in terror. Will I get them back? I fretted breaking pores of sweat in my forehead. In rapid succession, my mom and I gave police statements. Fortunately, she was able to provide the officers with a vivid description of the driver, the license plate number and other pertinent information. I sat in the police quarters shocked and peeved. Thoughts vehemently raced in my head. Are the police doing a routine thing. Do they sincerely care about my situation? Will they get the job done? How long will it take to recover my belongings? Breathing intently, I saw the private detective and asked: "How long do you think it will take to get the guy?" Standing in front of me armed with a gun, wearing street clothes, and deepening the dimples in his cheeks, the heavy set gentleman replied: "It shouldn't take long. We have methods to narrow the case." Then he added: "Was anything important in the purse, because sometimes criminals dispose of it?" |
| Hi and welcome to W.Com. Just thought I'd be first to write in your notebook!  Checkout "Invalid Item"  Regards,  Sisco. |
| My Journal, I have decided not to let my problems get the better of me. There is too much to live for. There are goals and aspirations I want to achieve. One could look and analysis the problem in two ways; a)Let my problems defeat me and live a mediocre life or; b)Look my obstacle in the eye and tough it out! I have so much to gain. Recently, I applied for a teaching job in china. Never in a trillion years I envisioned an opportunity like this would knock at the door. Despite my challenges, I have begun drafting my article I plan to write. It is a cry shame from completing. I love challenges, but when one enters the threshold of professional writing, it gets one in the starting blocks. It's like being a university students for four years taking notes, completing projects, home-work assignments, and when the end of semester comes revision and final exams. Then reality sets in when you go on the job and it is a new beginning. It totally blanks the mind. Shouldn't I know what to do? Is this how I should apply what I learnt? Then it is quickly discovered that on the job is vastly different from the books, the homework, the exams etc. The same applies to writing. You have been reading and studying for so long, how to craft and pace the prose. Then when the moment arrives apprehension slams into your chest. Pores break into the forehead, the heart races, and the ears pound loudly in the ear. I was filled with anxiety sitting at the table in a blur. Writer's block completely gripped me. How will I begin? Therefore, I layered out my draft. I wrote an article before, but it was so many years ago. Wait a minute! I'm not that old. I am 34 years old, in the prime of my life and unique existence. There was so much reading and note taking during freelance training. Now that I am applying what I have learnt, writer's block has completely taken over. In addition to my personal problems, concentration is a challenge with my writing ability. My novel is incomplete, and that involves constant pacing and crafting. My mind is not focus like it should be. There are poems and stories I want to submit, but I am experiencing some technical problems. Journal, I will get back to you because there is too much to dialogue about. Stay tune......................................... |
| Hang in there. I remind myself, you won't know the outcome of something if you don't try. I would rather try and fail than live with the regret of not giving something a shot. |
Reply| My Journal, I am very frustrated dairy. This week was suppose to be the week I indulge into my freelance writing. Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control there have been change in plans. Definitely, I will write. However, I was struck with some brilliant ideas. At first, I wanted to write an article tackling the epidemic of poverty in society. I am battling some social issues that need my immediate and most urgent attention. Therefore, I have decided to use my difficulties to turn into a story. Inside my head is compact with concepts to thrill my readers with a compelling read. Naturally, I will use the art of creativity to foster narration in it's best testimonial, the effective usage of style and tone, clips, videos, photographs, comprehensive research, effective description, cartoon characters, slogans and poems. The name of my article will be entitled: THE ENSUING CASE OF INSTABILITY. TACKLING THE ROOT CAUSES OF LACK. In the dark corners of my world, I am constantly ensued with the conflicting feelings of anguish and despair. I nod my head in disbelief because resentment consumes the chambers of my soul. Darkness shuts away the brilliance of light that corners my temperament. Why me? Why is this happening to me? I cringed in bitterness. My cheeks turned purple and a gigantic headache hammered my skull..........(to be continued) |
| My Journal, This is the beginning of another week. Mondays always make me clinically depressed. Unlike most Mondays, this particular Monday was rolling on the ball. For instance, I embarked on a very controversial topic. The panel wanted to know why Employers point out to the prospective employees their weakness during the interview. Kim was one of the passionate panelist. She was clearly frustrated and fed up with the system. I indicated to Kim that she should check her attitude. Kim later replied to me: "You don't know me. And you have no idea what I go through. You can't judge me. I am taking my attitude and work for myself," she complained. Moments later, I sat down and did some introspection. Was I correct on how I advised Kim? Was she right when she indicated that I judged her? Nevertheless, one good thing came out of it. I encouraged the young woman to strive harder and create opportunities for herself. Later that afternoon, I did thorough reading on how to overcome fear and overwhelm in freelance writing. It basically encouraged inexperienced writers to take action and walk into greatness. I made contributions to the posts. I added to the post: "Fear hinders progress. There are too many people with brilliant ideas who never execute them." Glen loved my comments. In fact, he said he'll use ACTION for a Friday discussion. Lastly, I added new friends and authors to my Goodreads home page. This propelled me and made me float on air. I finally got the opportunity to link and connect with people in reading and writing circles. I marked this day as Positive. |
| Wow! I have done many searches and discovered that I can embark on a freelance writing career. Writing is my passion. Being a teacher by profession, drove me to write several children's manuscripts. The children adored my stories! I was writing from a child. My grandfather use to say to me: "You might as well be a writer." I never took his comments serious until now. Writing has opened the chambers of creativity. Rather than read and do exercises from textbooks, I wrote my own stories. Furthermore, I used my ability to pace and craft short stories, create poetry, and indulge in narrative writing. Why not make it a profession? Fear had spoken failure into me. How will I know if I don't try? I kept asking myself. Nodding my head and frowning my face, I clasped myself. A still small voice spoke to me: "QUITTERS NEVER WIN, AND WINNERS NEVER QUIT!" |
| I am excited about writing. I have lots of interesting ideas. I love to write for children of all ages. My objective is to become actively involved with interactive forums. I am driven to write articles and human interest stories as well. In the near future, I see myself being a published author. It is my desire not only to communicate my thoughts and belief. But make a difference in the lives of others! |
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