I’ve always wanted to be a writer.
Ever since I was little I’ve loved reading, and so for me, the natural extension of that love would be to write my own book.
One tiny problem has stopped me from achieving that dream.
Okay, actually, two tiny problems.
The first is, I have literally zero good ideas. I dream up ridiculous plots that never really end up going anywhere. Nothing ever seems to stick.
The second is that I have very basic writing skills. I realise that I’m not an awful writer, by any means, but I’m definitely not great. Not good enough to write my own fully fledged novel, by all means. Maybe a 3000-word essay for university, but even then I struggle (as I’m sure most do).
As most people tend to do, I gave up on my dream. Currently I’m studying at university to be a music teacher. And as I get closer and closer to the end of my degree, I find myself feeling more and more unsatisfied by the idea of sitting in a classroom from 9am to 3pm (or more likely, 8am to 5pm) every day.
Instead of changing degrees, I’ve decided to force myself to write, a small amount per day, as an experiment of sorts.
And that’s what this blog is.
One hundred words a day, or more if I’m on a roll, but no more than one page of my A5 journal. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it can be messy, stupid, or even terribly written. But I have to get out one hundred words.
Sometimes I may write something entirely fabricated. Other times, the one hundred words may be an exaggerated version of something funny, or sad, or frustrating that happened to me that day. And sometimes, I won’t write anything at all (but I’m hoping this won’t be too frequent).
Whatever it may be, I hope my rubbish writing inspires you in some way. Maybe even touches you, although I really doubt it will.
Most of all, I hope that my writing skill improves. Because that’s the plan. Maybe one day I’ll even write more than one hundred words, if I can find the right thing to write about.