Before He Cheats


Writers Prompt Challenge #2 Writer’s Hub

Carla was angry, she was furious. She had trusted Kyle again and he had cheated on her just like the last time. She sat in her living room on a Saturday night her gut churning and she thought to herself ” [r]ight now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp and she’s probably getting frisky. Right now [Kyle’s] probably buying her some fruity little drink because she can’t shoot whisky. Right now he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick showing her how to shoot a combo.” The images went round in her head. “He’s probably doing this. . .” and ” he’s probably doing that . . .” and what could she do about  it, then the answer came to her in an instant.

That stupid truck of his, that he loved more than her. That awful machine that growled in anger every time it sped up. That dumb Chevy that he was so proud of. ” I wonder” she said aloud ” How he would feel if I [dug] my keys into his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats. [I’ll take] a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slash a hole in all four tires, [then]  maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” She picked up her Louisville slugger, grabbed her keys, and headed for the door, “yes” she laughed, “[m]aybe, next time he’ll think before he cheats.”

But on the way the way to the bar where Kyle had his truck parked Carla began to think about what he might be doing with some tramp in the bar again . . . ” [r]ight now she’s probably up singing some white trash version of Shania karaoke, Right now she’s thinking I’m drunk and [Kyle’s] thinking that he’s going to get lucky. Right now he’s probably dabbing on four dollars worth of that bathroom polo, but [Kyle} don’t know . . .” Carla thought to herself in glee. She grabbed the slugger and ran her hand up the side as she parked her car a distance from the truck. She got out of her car, saw Kyle’s beautiful shiny and disgusting truck in front of her in the bar parking lot and began to break it. Glass shattered, leather ripped, metal dented, and headlights broke. “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats…” Carla laughed.She thought that “[she] might have saved a little trouble for the next girl, because the next time that [Kyle] cheats . . . it [wouldn’t] be on [her] . . . no not on me” she said in a high-pitched maniac voice. She giggled and began smashing Kyle’s beloved truck to pieces and shards again.

Before He Cheats

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2. How Was Last Night For You – The Morning After and Brunch


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Chapter 2: The Morning After and Brunch

Nina awoke after sleeping and buried her fingers in her messy hair. Why, why do I drink so much? She thought. Nina’s head was pounding. She began to think about the night before. She thought about the subtle warning her body exhibited about John. And she remembered the vicious fight at The Manhattan, the poor person who was stabbed, and the woman who had grabbed onto Nina’s ankle from the water. Why had this woman claimed someone had pushed her into the water from her boat then decided to change her story? Did she truly see another woman in the water? Was that who pushed her in?

Last night,  Nina hadn’t doubted John in the end. He had been the perfect gentlemen to her. But there was an odd, careless, and resigned feeling to John. He had told Nina that it was only the full moon that made these odd events occur. John reminded Nina of the moon. Perhaps, it called to John like a beacon last night. There had been a bit of crazy in his eyes when he looked at the moon. At the same time, there was the gentle and practical side Nina had experienced of John.

He had helped Nina home and made her laugh. He told her about growing up in Adare in the suburbs playing in the leaves in Fall when he was young with his brother’s, Jasper and Jordan. They had a tree house his father Jack built. John’s Mom Edith would call the boys inside for hot chocolate with whipped cream when they were lucky. As boys, the three men  wrestled and tried to hurt each other. Jasper usually won because he was the the tallest and biggest but Jordan caught up to him, as did John.

John had also said he ran his own company with his brother’s called Mergers. They were a Publishing Company and ran the business over people who edited books, magazines, and decided which manuscripts were good and which were not. Nina had thought John had a fascinating job. She might like to work in the publishing field or be a writer. Nina was an assistant in marketing for an accounting firm called Wilus. Although, marketing had been what Nina wanted to go into in University, it didn’t quite fulfill the excitement Nina craved. Nina thought writing would be exciting. She craved a creative outlet of some kind. It had never bothered her until now, but she thought she might sit down and write something when she wasn’t busy. Only to see if she could still write anything of consequence.

Last night had been exciting! Nina believed  there were certain things that could not be explained by reason. There were powers in this world both good and evil. Nina prayed for the people who had been hurt last night. She secretly believed all people had some good in them. She was meeting John for lunch on Sunday. She thought he had a lot of good to him, even though behind his eyes such as dark shadows, secrets hid.

It wasn’t just the fact that John had piercing bright blue eye’s; a sculpted physique; an open boyish face with a wide smile; and kissable lips. It wasn’t because she liked John a lot, that he had cared for her so well the night before, and they had slept together. But she felt as if she knew John. Despite the fact Nina couldn’t put her finger on what was off about John, she believed his goodness out weighed the shadow of doubt that she and the events of last night had cast upon him.

First, Nina had to eat something even though her stomach felt queasy from getting plastered. Maybe, she would have a glass of orange juice, the electrolytes would help her hangover. Then she would call her bestfriend, Rianne and they would go shopping together. Nina needed to find the perfect lunch time outfit for John. Nothing  too over the top, maybe just a nice shirt to go with her dark jeans and her new pair of svelte black heels. She would also like Rianne’s opinion on what happened the other night with John. Maybe she could shed some light on the situation.

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The next day Nina met John at a modern restaurant overlooking the water that rippled and shimmered in the middle of the city. The restaurant was called The Hour Glass and was quite popular with a few locations in Adare. The sun cast John in a bright light which was ironic considering Nina knew John was no angel. It shone and reflected on the frame of sleek designer navy glasses that only made John’s eyes bluer. His mouth curved in a sly grin and he quickly got up to kiss Nina on the cheek as she greeted John at their table. John pulled out a comfortable red chair for Nina to sit in. She sat down grinning at John’s pleasant manners still feeling the imprint of his lips on her cheek.

The Hour Glass was comfortable and stylish. Black chairs and tables with deep-red upholstered seats covered a dining room and patio. Modern chandeliers hung from the ceiling inside where they sat and a sleek rectangular slate grey tiled fountain with shooting water springs was the center piece for the entire restaurant.

At supper The Hour Glass was a fashionable and romantic place to eat dinner with music that wasn’t too loud. But at night it became more of a bar. Especially in the warmer season, a windowed wall would open up and the patio was a prime location to be. It had a round slate tiled fountain and modern street lamps sitting amidst metal patio furniture. There were red cushions on the chairs and on booths for groups and lone couples to sit at. The booths were the best seats on the patio.

Nina sat inside with John as it was becoming Winter. Rain outside often became sleet.  Nina ordered a ginger ale and orange juice to calm her stomach. John ordered a beer. He sipped his drink lazily and turned his bright eyes on Nina who wore a turquoise blouse made from silk with her jeans and heels. John played with the chain around his neck, as Nina examined his appearance. A fitted navy jacket and dark fitted jeans, suited him. John rolled his beer bottle between his hands on the table and grinned at Nina:

” I was worried you wouldn’t come. After all, you don’t know me that well and last night was scary for you.” Nina opened her lips then closed them sipping her orange juice and ginger ale.

” John, was it a one night stand?” she blurted out “I’ve never done one of those before. I’m not that kind of girl, but I don’t think you would have invited me here if that’s all you think it is. I kind of thought we shared a bit of something last night. I think we’re attracted to each other a lot.  I mean, you acted as if you were such a gentlemen. You protected me and I liked being with you last night at my place. I would really like to see you some more.” Nina said wistfully. It was hard to meet men and John was really hot. John enamored Nina and he knew it. But she wasn’t clear if John felt the same way about her. John’s eyes pierced Nina and crinkled up in the corners as he smiled.

” You’re a good girl Nina and I had a lot of fun with you last night, all night. I would like to see you again but I’m a busy guy and I’m not sure you should be hanging around someone like me. You’re five or six years younger than I and I don’t know if you’re looking for the same thing I am. And you don’t know what kind of man I am Nina.  I haven’t always been the nicest guy, in fact, often I’m the mean guy, the guy who’ll  take you home and forget about you the next day. Starting what you want would be different for me…” John cleared his throat and looked away. Nina caught a soft smile still on his lips as he observed her.

” Well”, said Nina bemused ” I wasn’t asking to get married or even for a relationship. I was asking to see where this can go. I don’t meet guys I like often. I would like to see where the situation between us could go? Also, I had questions, you know about last night. Trouble just seemed to follow you and I around John. Why do you think that was?” Nina looked at John worried she’d gone too far and sighed in relief when John picked up the conversation. The waiter returned to take their food orders and Nina ordered a club sandwich and salad.

“I’d be willing to date you Nina, if that’s what you are looking for. I like you a lot. You’re different then my usual type,” John pondered. “But I can’t promise more and have to warn you about me. Trouble follows me like a curse Nina. That’s why I can’t commit to anything more. Bad things happen all around me. You don’t believe me but something is going to happen in this restaurant today. I know it is . . . ” John covered his head as if in pain.

On que, the large chandelier at The Hour Glass dropped to the dark wood floor of the restaurant  in a loud clash of glass and steel. The restaurant was fairly empty for a Sunday but families were there having brunch and enjoying the sunshine let in through the patio windows. Children let out frightened cries and adults held them back in fear and gawked as the light fell. Servers rushed to the scene of the accident and Nina rose up out of her chair to look while John sat calmly and stared at his hands. The restaurant manager came running, in awe at the chandelier covering the floor, no doubt thinking about lawsuits. Luckily, no one was hurt by stray pieces when the light fell.

” I don’t want bad things to happen but around me they do… I get this feeling when there about to occur.” John said sadly. Nina looked at him wide eyed and slightly afraid. He took her hand as she sat back down in her padded chair. ” I could never hurt you Nina, some people I can keep safe. Other, times I’m a walking nightmare. It’s not so bad most of the time, really.” John murmured his last sentence sadly as if he was sure he’d lost Nina already.

” I don’t know” Nina whispered “This is strange but I believe that strange things can happen in life and that they do. I don’t think everything that occurs in our lives is explainable, or always has an answer. I don’t believe you’re an evil person. Can you make those bad events stop happening John? Can you ever escape calamity?” Nina cleared her throat and gripped John’s hand tightly.

” There are ways, Nina” John said softly. ” There are ways, but for now lets just eat our food…” Nina looked at the people examining the chandelier’s remains.

“I’m not hungry” Nina grimaced noticing John’s mostly empty plate.” John stuck three twenties on the table, stood, and took Nina’s hand.

” Let’s walk, I live close by” he said casually, ” I thought maybe you could come over and we could talk, in private you know. I think you might believe me if I tell you”

“Believe what? Why all these events occurring around you? Around us? I think I’m freaking out a bit right now.”

“It will be okay Nina, I’m pretty sure I can keep you safe from these events. I think you’re the first woman I cared about in…well a long time. I know it’s fast but I need to tell you something that will probably seem unbelievable and ‘Brother’s Grimm’ to you. I need to tell you how I became this way. Maybe, you can help me get out of it.”

Nina closed her eyes and sighed. “Okay, you can tell me. I don’t know what I’ll believe but after all these events, an explanation would be nice.” Nina  left her car parked in the parking lot of The Hour Glass and let John lead her up the sidewalk a few blocks into the fancy houses lining the waterfront of Adare. John walked with her to his own house to the front door. Nina felt apprehensive. She concentrated on the  boats sailing by in the Sirene Lake on the waterfront. A lone fish leaped and sparkled in the grey-blue water.

Please read Chapter 3 here.

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An Irritable Symptom


I have always tried to be a kind and thoughtful person to my friends and relatives. My family, especially my parents and brothers, could tell you that growing up there were times when I was not nice at all. There were times I tantrumed as a small child and a teenager, times my brothers became blamed for things they hadn’t done, and times I was just grumpy.

When I worked at a University Bookstore for 5 years during and little bit after University, my boss and good friend, use to tell me that mostly I was nice and cheerful but she always knew when to stay away from me and leave me to myself. If I, being thought of as mostly a nice girl was like this, I’m scared to think how other women, particularly young women, I met became when they were in a bad mood. One thing I did find though at least for myself, being in the wrong mood as a teenager and young woman mostly got better, or at least I was generally able to tell when I would act this way and attempt to be nicer on those days.

Unfortunately for me some 8 years later I deal with two impediments to my being a kind person. I have found with constant illness and being stuck at home generally during my best time of day (during the middle of the day) one medication that I take called Dexedrine begins to wear off around 4 pm when everyone comes home during the week. The second impediment is simply that when I am worn out (fatigued as in chronically) and not able to have sum up enough energy to walk past my bed, I’m not a nice person. In both cases I would say I have the symptom of irritability.

It is such that I am very aware of it and much like a child who needs a nap, I’m stand offish, not able to handle drawn out conversation or activity, blunt, and unsociable. But sometimes you have to accept certain medical symptoms because they give better benefits at other times in the day. I don’t take Dexedrine because I enjoy the ‘crash’ I receive from it each day. This is not fun but Dexedrine allows me to have enough concentration during the day that I can do light chores, write, read, and go out for a few hours. Irritability when I come down off the Dexedrine is a price to be paid, a medical symptom. Not to mention the irritability I feel after losing all my energy and becoming fatigued. It is a symptom of my mood illness and the price I must pay to have energy at all on random days. It doesn’t happen every day but on days I haven’t slept well or have overdone it, I’m symptomatically irritable.

I’m not entirely sure why I wanted to share that. Maybe just to tell you that their are many symptoms of any illness and some of them are just as prevalent as any physical symptom such as the symptom of always feeling fatigued even after rest. Maybe, to also make you aware that irritability can be a symptom of any physical or mental illness and both from the flu to mood syndromes.

Also, to tell you that people who act a certain way when they are sick maybe extremely aware of how they are acting, they just don’t in all situations have much control over how they are acting. For instance, I hate when I’m talking to my Mom and I’m just saying ” yep, mmmhmmppp,” just to get the conversation to end because it is such a relief when it does because then I don’t have think and respond because I’m so fatigued. I want to say, ” Oh, that sounds good,” and “tell me more,” at least most of the time. But it doesn’t seem that I’m always able to get past my irritability to listen and be interested in the conversation, despite wanting to be involved.

I think sometimes we want to act a certain way, and be a certain way, but we don’t always have much control over the emotions and illnesses that can take control of our bodies. Then again, many times we do and I didn’t write this to be an excuse merely an example of situation or a symptom I experience.

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How I Learned Not to Shop


This blog is an update as well as an advice providing write-up. When I first started getting paid for my job as a receptionist in 2007/2008, I was more like a kid in a candy store then a responsible graduate who had taken business and math courses that had focused partially on dealing with money.

But the year I became ill with a psychotic episode via Depression I started to not spend my money even less well. Luckily, I was only $1700.00 in debt so my Dad could pay that off for me with money he had saved for me from when I was paying rent at home. But 4 years later I really got into debt to the tune of $17 000 and with interest once I had my Dad co-sign a loan so I could pay down almost a small car with interest. I have been doing that paying down $381.00 a month every month since I got into debt.

This was a very stupid thing to do although I must mention I think it did have something to do with a mini-episode of depression or some type of mood disorder during this time as even at that time I could not remember doing it. Just that I came back after a small vacation in Montreal that was all paid for and sometime between paying for that vacation and returning from it in May, I got into debt in approximately 3 months.

By this time I was on disability and making even less then the little I made as a receptionist. And making even $380.00 less then that amount has made my budget very tight. I wasn’t able to save that little amount per month for a small vacation a year, I wasn’t able to shop anywhere even near the amount I had been shopping, even keeping a budget that would provide enough so I could get everything I need each month would become a challenge with medical costs etc.

So, I stopped shopping online altogether at first. Then, I only shopped for what I needed. Every time I saw a dress or pair of shoes I wanted a great deal but I didn’t have the money for I would pin the item on Pinterest. As you can guess, there was a lot of pinning going on at first especially with my impulse spending ways. Eventually I might keep items I liked in my shopping cart and if I very much liked the item, after a a month or two, I might purchase it providing I had an event to wear it to or nothing similar in my wardrobe.

That was the worst of my shopping. At the mall I was pretty good even before I had debt. The tactile quality of an item made me a lot more careful when spending my money. I preferred to spend my money at malls on makeup and I only had so much cash to spend at one time because I rarely used credit cards, and still practice that. And if I spent on them I always paid them off.

The other way I spent less money was quitting a weight loss program called Herbal magic which saved me about $400.00 a month and was the bulk of my debt. It paid for my loan payment every month. It was hard to do but I had only lost about 10 lbs on it due to my medications and it was simply too expensive. The only thing that worked about it was the idea of losing weight by cutting your portion size. All the herbs required were a crazy amount of money.

Now, I have stayed out of debt a year and a half. I’m still budgeting carefully according to what I need each month and I pay careful attention to what I but and the balance on my credit cards and bank account. I think if this is possible for me to do on a very small budget, it is possible for anyone, even on a large budget. It is also important, to know your weaknesses and walk away when you don’t have the money to buy the item you want.

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Nights Like These


‘ It’s Friday.’ I think. ‘ I should be doing something.’ Maybe, I’m just past this phase of having to go out Friday night or maybe I just don’t care. But it wouldn’t be quite true to tell you that.

After getting use to habitually having little energy around 24-years-old I soon became familiar with the stay-at-home-Friday-night and usually I’m not a fan of it even if half my friends are starting families.

There is an energy and quality of let-loose and be-free about Friday night’s I miss terribly. I miss the drinking, the random philosophical conversation’s at 3:00 am, and the laughter and conversation that encompass a good time. Most importantly, it’s a feeling of belonging. I am without a — you-belong-here-with-us — on Friday nights. I still get the odd Friday out but I’m much more likely to be be worn out on a Friday then I am on a Saturday or Sunday night so I look forward to those. But other times I’m kind of grateful just to kick back on Friday and watch a movie or TV, read a novel on my IPad, or just surf the fashion blogs and Pinterest.

Hey, I’d be out there in the Friday night trenches if I could, I think. But realistically you have to have had a busy and productive week to look forward to those Friday nights, to make them seem special. Instead I was out last night at Olive Garden with my boyfriend and then over at his place until late and unless I’m exhausted from what I’ve done in the day or the day before I can choose any night to be my Friday night. It’s almost as if Friday night has lost its uniqueness for me. I’m not bragging because I would actually rather have the ability to work in the week and provide a living for myself. Some people wouldn’t but that’s my simple dream. That and to have my Friday night’s back.

I don’t miss the hangovers, I don’t miss creepy people at the bar, I don’t miss convincing my drunk friends they need to take a taxi home, I don’t miss the awful food one eats at 2:00 am when only battered chicken fingers or anything dripping in sauce or grease will do, but there were some great memories, some great people, and some funny episodes. A big part of me hopes they’ll be more times like these in the future (minus the greasy food and bar related shennanigans) because as much fun as it is to come up with and write your own story, it is an equally or even better adventure to live your own stories.

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You Get What You Need and Other Things


You know that famous Rolling Stone’s Song and the lyrics ” [y]ou can’t always get what you want…you get what you need.” Well, when I think about life I think of that song because all of us have a whole list of wants, things we would like to have should the situation arise, but I think when it comes down to it we are lucky to just get what we need. We want a paycheque that means we’ll be able to buy that second vacation home but we’re lucky to just have enough money to mortgage or the rent for the house/apartment/condo we have. We would like to live in a democratic country but we don’t realize that living in a democratic country means defending democracy even in places as far as Syria or Iraq.

If you were like me you were a little shook up at the events that took place at parliament today, in our own back yard in Canada. A suspect was killed but not before he took the life of a Canadian soldier, a guy who sacrificed his freedom so he could protect us. Luckily, no one else was killed but I am grateful we have governments who are willing to stand up against terrorism in our own country and abroad and not just sit in parliament and do nothing. We can complain about our governments all we want but I think today we found we get what we need, a strong government who is willing to stand up for the principles Canada upholds. Sadly, this comes at greater restrictions and security for the common person.

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On another note entirely, I have been enjoying Blogging 201 and thinking of the technicalities and presentation of the writing practiced in Writing 101. We are only a few days in, but I have found a new theme that I like a whole lot better then the theme I had. I was hesitant to switch but once I found the new theme I was a great deal more satisfied with my blogs appearance and appeal as a brand. I have been also been working on a second chapter for my blog/short story/1st Chapter of ” How Was Last Night For You.” I think this piece is going places if I can get it to move where I need when I write it. But we’ll just have to see where it goes. Thanks to all the comments and helpful advice for both my blog theme and my short story.

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Also, it’s been nice having A at home awhile. We have gone for dinner, he came over to my house on Thanksgiving, and we hung out before this last weekend. The Thanksgiving thing was a big deal. I have been trying to get A over to meet my family for a long time. So at least, he won’t mind so much now coming over to visit my parents. Additionally, A also passed his high school equivalency test at NAIT so he can go to the Culinary Arts program and get his journeymen. A has been a chef since he went to school for it for two years in Morocco after high school. Since, he’s lived in Canada he has also been a chef at several restaurants and up North. Anyways, I want to take him out to celebrate now that he’s passed his exam so we’re going to his favourite restaurant Olive Garden tomorrow.

Also, happily got paid and actually need a whole bunch of makeup so I will have a few beauty product reviews coming up as well as more from Blogging 201 and whatever else comes to my mind.

Blogging 201 – Get A Read All Over


So, I wasn’t entirely sure how to show the 3 different views of my site on smart phone, tablet, and computer. But I took pictures of my computer with my tablet and will attach the photos. I am happy with how each view looks, even the smart phone view is good despite the fact that you can’t tell what the header is the smaller you go. But in my blog, the story or the text, is most important so that is what I want readers to be able to view easily.

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Sunlight or Moonlight


Long lengthening day, are you almost done?
Blazing blistering sun, have you almost set?
The hours pass by slow and sedentary, and I wonder why I woefully sit and wait for this dragging day to end.
Pass on by, with spite, I sent you on your way, goodbye blue sky, ring in the night with stars that sparkle and a moon that rises rapidly.
No longer take the sentry passage of the bright brilliant blue sky, don’t go to sleep and slumber take the wheel of this ship and navigate away from this pagan deity called sun, surpass him for the moon that hangs above us, bright in crescent delight glowing frivolously and moving past the long lengthening day that grows grimly as time tones trite in the haggard passage of drunk daylight.
For night passes stealthily through the sky orb touching eyelids with a blessed pace that one sleeps through, yet at the dawn must face the drugged desolate sphere of bright burning breathing choking us with light,
And all the more I doubt, sun brings fourth it’s glory, it’s chariots on fire, when it boldly and broodingly makes the day as long as it seems, searchingly endless to all who foresee, and have expectation of night’s revelry.
Out, blazing haze out, and shine the orb that heaven hung in a darkened sky blithely passing, changing, enunciating to the earth here comes twilight our rebirth, then comes blackness where I shine in brilliance, then comes dawn where fire puts out the night; all these phases must come with the passage of night.
So speed up daylight, don’t let us suffer in this dreadful orange haze. Bring out the candles, the lights, the fireflies and moonlight.
Where the moon dances in stark contrast she leaves behind wisps of sunshine and the fear of eternal day, and a hidden shiver of silver on the way.

Blogging 201 – 3 Goals for Blogging


20130424-193643.jpgIt is an interesting task trying to figure out 3 concrete goals you would like to achieve on your blog. I think because there are many goals that run across my mind and when I think of putting something down concretely it means you actually have to do it. One actually has to try to achieve those goals:

1. Spend more time reading my followers blogs – I had taken a Writing 101 course last month and I found with great delight how much I enjoy reading what other people wrote about in their blogs. I also learned a great deal from seeing other people’s blogs and reading what they had to say from their own points of view. It was extremely interesting how one person could have a completely different take on a similar subject. The way someone else would choose to represent a topic could be quite different then the way I would choose to represent a topic in my writing. So concretely, I would like to spend at least 2 hours a week looking at the blogs of my followers and seeing the world from their point of views.

2. Write on a greater variety of topics – Some blogs are blogs that focus on one topic but I have always wanted to make my blog interesting because I wrote on a variety topics and wanted people to read it because they enjoyed all the things I wrote about not just Beauty or Fashion or Illness. I know this means that some posts not everybody will like but I hope that most of the time my followers will find something that will peek their interest so concretely, I would like to write 3 times a week on different topics (if possible) each time I write.

3. Gain more followers – An Important feature about writing I think is that a lot of the time, writing is meant to be shared. I think we gain particular insights into our own and other people’s writing by sharing our writing. Through the sharing of writing we see mistakes we have made, we can change our opinions, and we can learn something new about ourselves. Also, I believe that we have to strive to be great writers no matter who we are. Even if it is just a tiny post we want to present it in a way that makes other people say, “Wow, he/she is a really talented writer, I would like to read more.” So concretely, I would like to gain 50 more followers who actually get my blog emailed to them.