It’s the 6th post for the 7 days writing challenge. As like the posts before, I took this challenge as my way to learn how to write and enriched the characters in a book I currently write. Today’s topic is : A Haiku about a favorite childhood memory. This is a Haiku by Hugo Novacek, 14, for his school assignment.
Beyond the window
Leaves falls and breeze is colder
Your hug warm us, Mom
Hugo Novacek, class 8-5
It’s the 5th challenge out of 7 days writing challenge. As like the posts before, I took this challenge as my way to learn how to write and enriched the characters in a book I currently write. Today’s topic is : A Complaint Letter.
To Francesco Vella Vella & Co Manager B265/36, South Drive Dear Mr. Vella, I'm writing this letter to complain regarding the frames I ordered to your company last time. We definitely ordered black slim frame with catalogue code : BM360X as you can see in attached quotation. I know this is actually not a big deal as you can just deliver me with the right one, if only our order came NOT 3 hours before we started our exhibition and your staff mentioned that our actual frames haven't been made. We ended up have to put your bulky polka-dots frames instead, which is actually not that bad, IF AND ONLY IF my exhibition was held on some random daycares. Unfortunately, it wasn't. Here, I attach you some pictures of it. Hope you'll understand how creepy it is to look at some black and white forests with a blue-yellow-red polka-dots frames. Regards, Milo Novacek Novacek's Gallery Owner
This should be the 4th day of 7 days writing challenges. But, I need to put some break after the 3rd day as I have another anxiety attack. Well, I’m better now, so, here it is! As like the posts before, I took this challenge as my way to learn how to write and enriched the characters in a book I currently write. Today’s topic is : A love letter from a fictional characters to another fictional character. It’s a letter from “Kevin” to “Kai”.
Dear Kai,
Call me an old fashioned, but I love handwriting. So, here I am, writing you a letter.
To be honest, it's been a while to not writing a letter to someone. But, after our brief first meeting yesterday, I felt the urge to write a letter again. To you, definitely.
So, Kai Xavier, right? Congrats on the winning! It's just a small queer tennis tournament, I know. But it made me meeting you and owing you a dinner, which...I can't wait for!🙂
I know I should've just called you, or texted you. But I'd like to tell you something before we have the dinner. Something I think that has to be written.
I believe I have fallen for you, Kai Xavier.
I think I'm going to like you....a lot.
You have this kind of smile that brought lights. I can tell you're such a cocky guy, but you definitely are deserved to be, as I can also tell you're such a smart guy to talk with. For hours.
At least, it would be such a gift to have you as a friend.
I know it sounds creepy. Especially reading this from the guy who just met you in less than 24 hours. But, well, within these 24 hours, we've talked for total 53 minutes, exchanged numbers, texted hi to each other...I've cheered for you from the top of my lung, called you about 10 minutes for some silly reasons, and dropped this letter to the pretty gallery's manager who looked at me sharply and was, I believe, torn into two whether she should really give you my letter or not. Can't blame her though, I was so nervous you were going to suddenly appear and it would be embarrassing for sure. So yeah, a lot of things happened within these 24 hours. Funny how time flies, they said? I think they never felt such thing as "fall for someone in the first sight".
Anyway, again, I know you probably feel not comfortable with all this. Like I said, I just need to tell you about this feeling. Written.
If you feel it's inappropriate, I'll totally understand. Feel free to throw away this letter and block my number. Or.....probably just give me a chance to buy me a dinner that I owe you....
Call me?
Cheers,
Your loudest cheerleader,
Kevin Vásquez (Kev)
Don’t start negatively, and don’t start small. People will often focus on little details as a way of masking a lack of any clear, coherent, big thoughts. If you start petty, you seem petty.
Robert Iger, The Ride of a Lifetime: Lessons Learned from 15 Years as CEO of the Walt Disney Company
Bob Iger’s book, The ride of a Lifetime, was one of the book that open my eyes this year. It really inspired me that it’s not impossible being a CEO in a big company, even if you started from the bottom, as long as you have faith in yourself, push the best out of you and great will to step up to the top.
Many quotes inspire me from the book. But only 1 quote that struck me in the heart. It didn’t give excitement from the feeling of inspired. Instead, it stabbed me hard.
All my life, I always be a generalist. I never have any deep skill. I learned how to play piano, never good at it. I learned many languages, I never be really fluent in it. I like to write, yet my writing is still mediocre (hopefully it’s getting better). I learn lots lots of things in my life, but nothing from it I become master of. And to make it worse, I always stop what I learn before I finish it. I got bored or felt enough, and eager to learn another new thing. Not only I start small, I end petty.
I think and think so many times. Should I change it? Should I focus on one skill? Should I be specialist, as it seems like easier to get attention. Or even a clear career path. Should I choose one skill, learn it deeply, and have something that I can really put as my main strength ?
But then again, the quote said about not masking a lack of big thoughts. What if to learn it all is part of it? What if to have a will to never stop learning is not to start smart at all? The quotes, anyway, remind me of something. To never give up learning. Stay focus as knowledges are never small. And indeed, it’s not petty at all.
I don’t really remember when or even why I like to write. I think it began when I was still in middle school. I liked to write about how I felt. Not in a full story, not even in a sentence. It was just a doodling of words. Some kind of calligraphy, but of course in a font that a middle school student know of. When my friends like to doodling or drawing on the corner of their text book, I write instead. Some words like “Boring”, “Haha, funny!”, or “OMG! So cute!” (this must be when I saw my crush across the class room. HAHA!”). But, It’s just that. I can’t remember when I start to write for myself.
Yes, I write for myself. It could be about any kind or anyone. But I never meant to publish it before I knew about blog. Even when I started blogging, I didn’t really care about blog traffics, comments, or likes. And it doesn’t change that much now. The only reason why I publish my blog is just that I want to share about my thoughts, without worrying much how the thoughts will suit others. I mean, I don’t mind if anyone’s disagreeing with me about things I wrote. I just need to release some burdens.
I kept a note book that I always write on. I think it’s started when I was in high school to write every time I feel confused, sad or stressed. Most of my journal filled with my negative thoughts back then. I guess, until now, I write to calm myself. It’s my way of sorting out my thoughts. When I’m filled with negativity, my mind is always a mess. Somehow, when I write, my mind is getting clearer. My heart beats slower. I’m getting to know myself. But now, I write almost when I feel everything. When I get too excited about something. When I think I need to list all of my plans. Or even when I feel inspired after reading books or watching movies. I’m getting to know a complete version about myself. I know what I want, what I need and how to fill the life with purposes.
I wrote once that when I read, it feels like I drop off in a rest area where I can finally pull the hand break, take a deep breath and have a short walks enjoying the views. But in writing, it’s like a pull over and think to sort everything out. It’s not a short getaway. It feels more like a pit stop. A break to prepare more of life.
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