Project – A to Z challenge

A to Z Challenge letter: P

Project

The best way to kill boredom is by starting a project. Do not start a random project, but plan to do it based on what you like. A project should be an escape and it’s better if it’s unrelated to your daily routine. For example, now that the weather is getting better, I’ll buy flowers and do my arrangements for my room. The key is just to work on one project at the time. Free your mind from stress by focusing on one task and one task only; that’s the whole point. I have tried working on two projects at the time and I just gave myself unnecessary headaches. Remember projects are not always meant to be successful, but you should do them for fun and to help you grow as a person. Make your projects enjoyable and use your own creativity. If you need to watch tutorials online, that’s okay, but I think it’s best if the ideas and imagination came from YOU. It helps if you make a list. I don’t have a huge list, but here are my current projects outside of my writing world:

-Painting on canvas

-Flower arrangements

-Start self-teaching intermediate French

-I’m going to decide whether or not I’ll dress up as a broccoli for Halloween (if I did this any other day, I’d be sent to the mental hospital). I’m thinking maybe a vegetarian penguin.

How about you? Any projects? :D? 

 

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Story project: Jehmers Donsriell’s bequest

It’s time I share my imagination with you. Here’s a short excerpt of a writing piece I’m working on. I started to write it a long time ago, and never got to finish. I hope to post it here soon!

Jehmers Donsriell’s bequest

She felt its sharp teeth crumbling her skin, but not a tear was shed. She was paralyzed, but she could still feel the harrowing pain, slowly rising inside her body. It absorbed any energy that she had left, and she felt hopeless. She clung to the wooden floor with her black long nails, as a last attempt to escape, scratching her way out of her own despair. It wasn’t long before her hair decayed, and her teeth began to dust from the rusty toxic wind that blew on her face. Her lungs began to collapse, as she tried to escape her imminent downfall. At last, she caught what would be, her final breath. The only thought in her mind, was regret…

 

 

 

 

 

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