And hopefully I continue this adventure
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First of all, I want to give myself a pat on the back today for completing the 30-Day Writing Challenge.
I rediscovered my old Medium account, came across this 30-Day Writing Challenge plot list, also found Writers’ Hour, and started spending 8-9 am every morning to write. I realized that Writer’s Hour doesn’t happen on weekends, but I wrote on Saturday and Sunday anyway.
There were certain days I had to leave home before 8, (like a doctor’s appointment). On such a day I made sure to allocate one hour before or after my normal writing hour. Only 30 days, but it feels good to accomplish something.
When I write, I change the font color in white, so that I can’t see what I’m writing on the screen. This is a trick I learned from the Minimalists. If I can see what I just wrote, I tend to edit each sentence, and that tends to break my train of thought.
If I change the font color in white, all I see is the cursor moving, and here and there red wave lines (that means Microsoft Word found misspellings) and blue double lines (I’m grammatically incorrect). I don’t care, I just keep on typing.
Today’s assignment is to write what I feel when I write. What am I feeling now?
A sense of satisfaction. A relief, calmness that I have accomplished something, no matter how small it is. This sense of accomplishment must be generating some chemical good for my body. I feel even my lung is filled with some warm welcoming sensation.
In the last 30 days, whenever I started writing following the plot, I found myself closing my eyes.
I see a dark cave there. And in front of me there is a deep water of my memories and subconciousness. The surface is pitch dark and utterly calm. I cast a fishing rod to see what’s beneath the surface and what I can catch.
It may be a treasure box. It may be a stinky rotten item I wish I didn’t find. Good or evil. Right or wrong. I try not to judge whatever comes up. I simply see, feel, sense, something percolating in my deep sea of subconsciousness for a long time.
I have a choice not to pay any attention to the black water. Nobody cares if I don’t. But I know I will regret when I die if I don’t this. My susbconsiousness will disappear forever when my body disappears. I can’t let it happen.
This process of writing every day gives me an opportunity to explore this black sea of my subconsciousness. I’m adventurous enough to explore this secret water. This sense of excitement, as if I’ve became Indiana Jones crawling this dark cave.
Thank you very much for reading my 30-Day Writing Challenge. I hope to continue this exploration, and I hope to see you again.