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Consistency Challenge: February Fanfare!
February is 28 days. Let’s see what happens if you show up for most of them! This challenge is a low-pressure way for you to build a huge stack of evidence for your identity as a writer. No 30k word goals or hustle required, just a solid foundation of you consistently showing up. Works for newbie novelists, part-time poets, or even industry professionals; anyone can benefit from writing more often. How to join: 1. Comment “I’m in” on this post. 2. Share the group invite link somewhere outside here (text a friend, another Skool group, Reddit, Discord, social, etc.) with a simple note like: “I’m doing a consistency writing challenge in February. If you want to watch me flail or write alongside me, here’s the group. [insert the group link here]” 3. Reply to your own comment with a screenshot or link so I can note who's in. That’s your ticket into the challenge. Telling someone else brings a little accountability and lets you feel more personally invested. What counts as showing up: A day counts if you make a post of about 30+ words in the group - doesn't have to be much, just not "Hey, I'm alive" - that moves your writing forward. Make sure to include "X/28" in the title (X being the number of days you've done) so it's easy for you to keep track. For example: “5/28 - Micro-scene before work” Examples that count: - A Daily Write post - A response to the weekly prompt - A short draft/micro-scene/poem - A list of ideas or titles you might write - A reflection on what blocked you today and what you’ll try tomorrow - A question asking for feedback, with some context or a sample Busy? Kids? Full‑time job or school? All three? No stress! If you can write a short paragraph, you can participate. If you prefer to lurk, no worries, but for the challenge, you've gotta put some actual words down (even if they're not prose). Also - the days don't have to be consecutive! Consistency doesn't mean "become a robot", and we've all got lives; if you need to miss a day or two, no worries.
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Start Ugly
This is for the ones who are just starting, coming back or are in a moment where the blank page sits and waits: For the days the words don’t come. Sit with silence like an old friend. Start ugly. Begin broken. Finish gently. Let it go. And when the world asks what you made... say only this: “I made a way back to myself"
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Weekly Prompt 2: Voice Swap
Choose up to three perspectives (by which I mean people, not POV) you don't ordinarily write from (ie a baby or a very old person, someone super confident or insecure, or something more specific like a profession - the important bit is that they see the world differently than you do). Now write about a routine, mundane task from their perspective - going to work, cooking dinner, waiting in line. Then - only at the end - tell us what type of person (or people, if you did multiple) you chose. This could also be a different emotion or even genre - ie the same scene shown in a happy/angry/horror/action/romantic light. Optional constraints, if structure helps you or you want additional challenge: - Set a timer for minimum or maximum time - Set a page or wordcount target (again, minimum or maximum depending on what you wanna practice) - Write in an unfamiliar POV (i.e. 2nd person if you wanna get wacky) Post your work in Daily Write with Weekly Prompt 2 in the post title so I can find them! Unpolished is alright, preferred even.
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Poetry
I checked out some of the active members and oh boy everyone is way older and experienced and it shows in thier writings, i hope to reach similar level one day. Here's one confessional piece that shows my writing style and structure nicely in short length. I'll be happy to have some reviews. {No name yet} How did the man who caged the parrot felt? Did he ever realised he had caged her? Did he never thought to himself "I shall release it?" Did he loved her? Yet kept her caged? Is it because deep down he knew, he could never make her stay Just with the care he could muster? Did he loved so much yet couldn't love at all?
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3/28
Continuing the story from yesterday... Then his eyes widened, fixed on a point over her left shoulder. A gasp from Helian behind her was enough to make her turn slowly around, but more than that, her skin prickled. Magic. Time seemed to slow. She noticed first a shimmering light beyond the fire, somehow brighter than those leaping flames. Then as she continued the slow turn of her body, taking in every tiny detail of her surroundings as an intense array of sound and colour, her eyes leapt to the startling aqua eyes of a woman. She stood oozing beauty and serenity. Her red hair cascaded around her as if it were fluid, reaching down to her knees. She wore a full length dress that left nothing to the imagination, the same colour as her eyes. She shimmered, glowed, radiated, Kintra couldn’t find the word. It was all of those and more. And as she stared the woman fixed her with a gaze of such love, such power, yet such intensity that if she hadn’t been seated, she would have dropped to the floor. Her heartbeat became too loud in her chest, wildfire rose, not in protection, but in greeting, pooling beneath her rib cage. She wanted to laugh, to cry, to dance, to kneel. She wanted to expand out of her body in all directions. Those eyes slipped into a different form. They filled more of the woman’s face, the pupil becoming a dark slit, and then her face, scales glowing from under the skin. A dragon forming before her eyes, the woman superimposed over the top. Kintra had no idea how long this woman held her. Time disappeared. Then she spoke. 'I have waited so long for you. For you both. You were promised. And now we can begin.' (this is in italics, the woman is not speaking out loud). And the spell broke, so suddenly that Kintra felt she had been thrown back into her body. She fell from her seat, crashing into Helian as he tumbled beside her. Farron’s hands grabbed her, pulling her back up. ‘Are you Ok?’ She couldn’t speak. She looked at the woman who had taken a seat across from her, beautiful, but very human. She no longer looked at Kintra but spoke to the man playing guitar. He nodded and smiled at her and his music flowed into a new melody.
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