AtoZ Blogging Challenge with Blogchatter

Are you ready for the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge? I know that some of you are ready because you’ve told me. Others of you may be thinking about it and I’m hoping that today’s post will get you to thinking a bit harder about it. And then some of you may be thinking, “What’s a Blogging From A to Z Challenge anyway?”

I would suggest you to check this video below, where your’s truly ME – Novemberschild, speaks about this challenge.

So for all of you bloggers/writers out there who would like to be more prolific, are looking to meet new friends in the blogosphere, or are hoping to be somewhat recognized for your work, why not start with the A to Z Challenge? It’s not a contest, mind you, but a community of bloggers/writers who join for a specific goal: to write on topics that start from A to Z for the whole month of April, Sundays not included.

How does the Challenge work?

The premise of the Blogging From A to Z April Challenge is to post something on your blog every day in April except for Sundays. In doing this you will have 26 blog posts–one for each letter of the alphabet. Each day you will theme your post according to a letter of the alphabet. You will only be limited by your own imagination in this challenge. There is an unlimited universe of possibilities. You can post essays, short pieces of fiction, poetry, recipes, travel sketches, or anything else you would like to write about. You don’t have to be a writer to do this. You can post photos, including samples of your own art or craftwork. Everyone who blogs can post from A to Z.

WOW…I can’t believe it’s almost that time again. Where did the time go? It seems like only yesterday I was finishing up my Z blog post that ended the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. What a great experience it was participating in that challenge!

Sign up is now open and you can bet I have already submitted my blog site. In fact, I will be entering the challenge with two themes this year. It should be fun trying to keep up with both.

I’m pretty sure what my themes will be but shhhhhhhhh I can’t tell you until the Theme Reveal which would happen this month. I am a firm believer in theming the A to Z Challenge. I’ve been much more successful when I have a theme! I look forward to reading as many people’s reveals as possible and I need to say upfront, PLEASE LOVE ME even though it is my third attempt at the challenge.

I know, I know I am miles away from where I was with my first post. But I want MORE! I want more readers, more Twitter followers, more followers. But isn’t that how life goes? We are never happy with what we have. Blogging is difficult. It’s not a walk in the park like most people think. For the effort and dedication, I want to be able to see that people actually care about what I have to say. I want my posts to actually get out there and people actually read them.

This 2018 AtoZ with Blogchatter community – where I blog with 2 different themes, I would love to see the following things happen:

  1. Significantly increase my social media followers and blog readers.
  2. Become more well known in the blogging world
  3. Be seen more seriously as a blogger by fellow bloggers
  4. Attend and conduct a blogging conference or a workshop
  5. Secure more paid posts
  6.  Finally, become a best overall blogger than what I am right now. This will take time, dedication and just down right blood, sweat, and tears (okay that may be a tad dramatic)

I LOVE blogging. It is something that I thoroughly enjoy and do for me. So of course I want to be the best blogger I can. I want to deliver awesome blog posts to my readers. I want to be a blogger that people can relate to and enjoy reading.  So here’s to another year of blogging challenge ATOZ. May I be able to complete both my themes and churn out 52 posts and be the best blogger I can in 2018!



“I am taking the Challenge of April with BlogChatter, are you?”

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It’s Not Uncommon – BCprompt

It is tough to let go of someone,

I have been good to.

To who I have given my all too

It’s hard.

But it is really not uncommon.

Those who have departed from me,

They seem to be living on regrets on certain days.

May be their next love didn’t do what I have done.

Or they forgot that love is a hurting thing.

But it’s so not uncommon.

To see them begging for a second chance.

No, it’s not uncommon.

As long as I am aware I gave them all I could.


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My first love was a book and it/they will remain as my first love. I must have loved another thing, but nothing and no one returned love like a book, as my heart renders it. Mere sentences and brief phrases and sometimes not a word telling the melancholy story of nervous pictures on thick stock paper pages I chewed in my mind and swallowed in my heart.

Literature – its very creation and consumption – is quintessentially human. And it connects us as humans. If mere words written by another human being can literally create a new reality in my mind, my logic dictated, then of course the life we live comes from a super awesome supernal Imagination.

I know more now, so I know that I know so much less. But I hang on to that. I like that my first love was found in books and I continued to find requited love in them.

Stories these books have are true and made-up and poems – shows us how we actually live.

Whether the protagonists are real or made up, hobbits or rabbits or the bravest knight of all the noble’s daughters, whether the setting fantastical or dystopian or historical or prescient, whether the conflict internal or external or both – we go with the words and hope to know something new or deeper or simple and plain about ourselves, humanity, and the world around us.

Sometimes books fall onto the carpet and you pick them up and they become part of who you are, how you see the world, how you experience other stories.

Sometimes it’s not just the book but what the book carries between its covers and what the book gives beyond its pages.

Sometimes it’s not just the book but the transcendent gift of boundless possibilities.

Hope turns pages, even when they are soaked with tears.

By the end, we are ready for a new beginning.

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Letter to my unborn child

Disclaimer: I am not pregnant and I am not married. This is just the end of a lot of personal thoughts I’ve had on growing up, being a woman, and caring for another human being.

Dear Future baby,

On every Mother’s day, I wish my mother and in secret I wish myself on your behalf.  I often imagined what it would feel like to carry you in my belly, to experience morning sickness and weight gain you would bring in me and to openly celebrate your entry into this world through me.

I have decided on your name, because I don’t want you to be nameless for 4 years like me. I don’t want anyone to fight on deciding your name like your grandparents did when I was born. If you are a girl child, like my name, your name will be with R. If you happen to be a boy child, your name will start with H.

I will be your crying shoulder, punching bag, mentor, buddy, coach, and your biggest fan apart from being the best mom. When you ask me how they built the pyramids I want to be able to tell you, if you ask me about the wonders and mysteries of this world I will be able to tell you about them. For, I want to be your Wikipedia.

I have not met your father yet, but I am sure he is around, working hard for both of us so that we will not have to worry about money and other basic necessities of life. Whenever you will arrive, your father and I will give you a wonderful life.

At night, you’ll hear “I love you” from me and your father. Every morning you will get to see my smiling face and soft voice waking you up. When you try new things, I’ll tell you to take chances, to go for it, to trust yourself. I will never pull you back from experiments. I never celebrated my birthday, your dad and I will make your birthday a big day. Whether you’re 1 or 25, there will be balloons and cake of your choice. You may love that or feel even cheesy, but when you look back on birthdays past, you will realise how best your parents were.

I shall make a library at home for us. Occasionally we will allow your dad to pick a book from our collection to read. I want you to discover the best from English and also regional literature. I wish to give you a life filled with words and books and imagination and the space to be as creative as you want to be – your mom is a reader, writer and an author.

We will be an active family – there will be after-dinner walks and Sunday fun. I loved sports as a kid and I will make you a sportsperson. You can pick your game. I can teach you how to ride a bicycle, but riding a bike and driving a car – your dad will have to teach this (I really hope he does it), because I can’t ride/drive. I want to share my love for pop culture, movies and music, travelling, food, art and theatre with you.

When you have a bad day, I will listen, give you room to breathe and when you get angry or really, in-your-bones mad, I will try to understand and tolerate your temper as I have lots of patience.  From day one your father and I will do everything that we can to make our bonding special with you. I will be honest with you, even when it’s hard, but I will protect you. When there’s something you need to know, I’ll tell it to you straight.

I will celebrate what makes you different. I want your weirdness shine. I will mark the major moments as they come, to take pictures and fill out scrapbooks with milestones of your life. It’s important to acknowledge the little things.

Your father and I will love you in all its best forms. I’ll love you and your dad with all my heart. With words and actions we will say it, show it and make you feel it. A love of your parents so big that it fills you up, that it makes you feel safe and lucky to be our child. I can’t wait to meet you.

Love you already,

Mom….and dad

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Writing is ecstasy. When I was a little girl I read so much and as I grew up I dreamt of becoming a writer. I used to picture myself sitting down and churning out books. I thought all you had to do was sit at a computer, and turn your imagination into written words. I couldn’t wait to start writing.

Well, it didn’t quite work out that way. I didn’t do anything about my passion for writing for many years. Until one day, I was suddenly told to write an article in Hindi. First, I reverted into my shell. Next, I cried as I had only 24 hours to submit. But that didn’t help me. A few hours later I sat down quietly by myself. Words started forming in my mind. I grabbed my pen and paper and started writing. Within few minutes I wrote on the topic I was told to. At that moment I felt someone had turned on a creative tap in my head. That was the start of my journey with writing (year 1996). I wrote many more over the years. I wrote because I wanted to and I enjoyed writing. I remembered my dream and knew that writing was part of my life. My passion for it grew. I never enrolled in any special course on creative writing.

I picked up the pen with the intention of never keeping it down. I never took break from writing, despite problems and setbacks in life.

Today I have 22 years of experience as a writer and hundreds of articles to my credit in print and online. My blog has almost 1000 posts on various genres. I write 500-2500 words every day.

I am often asked for advices on how to get started as a writer. Always carry a notebook and pen around with you. It’s useful for recording ideas as they come to your mind. As quickly as they come, they disappear. Capture those ideas so you don’t lose them.

Don’t be discouraged if you have to put your writing on hold. Never give up on your dreams. Sometimes, the circumstances of life may force you to stop writing for a while. But always remember this. There are many great writers in the cemetery. They died with their dreams. Because they didn’t pursue them while they were alive. You only have one life. Make the best use of it.

I used to believe that good writers had to use big words and write long sentences, like the flowery book reviewers in the newspaper. Not true! Use short words and short sentences, and write about what you know. From experience I’ve learned that average writers become good writers only with considerable effort and attention to detail. And good writers don’t just write, they become specialists in the art of rewriting, which, in my opinion, is the real secret to good writing. Test the quality of your work by reading it aloud. Whenever you stumble, you can be sure some reader will stumble, too. Make whatever changes are necessary to make your copy flow. Writing, like woodworking, or growing roses, or designing Web sites, is both an art and craft that must be continually practiced, honed, and improved for maximum success. The most successful writers are never satisfied that they are as good as they can be, but are always striving to become better.

Read everything you can. Books from the genre you write in is of course a must, but also branch out to nonfiction and other genres and even random books about Solar system to Natural gases to Digestive system of living beings and what not. Reading must be a writer’s biggest vice. I imagine many other writers (Hemingway, Bukowski, ) would say that it’s alcohol, but that’s a controversial point.

Bursts of creativity and insight come when you’re bored. If your mind is occupied 24/7, then you won’t have mental space for new ideas. My best ideas have come from random moments, where I’m walking and looking around, where I’m just laying in bed, thinking about the day. Find time to be bored, to examine your thoughts and the world around you.

Writing for pleasure is enjoyable and rewarding. However, writing for a living is not easy. So, if you’re pursuing a writing career, then planning, preparation and improving your skills is the key.

To all the newbies, there’s no such thing as perfection in writing, so don’t stress about it. I wish you a wonderful, successful life filled with clear writing so that everyone can understand what you want them to know.

Always remember if you write, you’re a writer.

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For the past 4 years I have sat back and regretted many relationships in my past. I always thought to myself why I put myself through those painful relationships. I’m one of those girls who always wanted to get married so when I met the guy I thought he was my dream guy, my soul mate, I locked him down fast. We got engaged and 7 months later we ended our relationship. I never really got closure because it was such a toxic relationship, so to me it wasn’t worth the tears or even thinking about ever again. But lately, I’ve been thinking about how that one man, that one relationship has changed me so much. And I want to thank him.

Thank you for being a part of my life at some point even if it was just a few months. I believe that certain people come into our lives to change us and make us better, and for me you were one of them. You taught me how to be strong while I was emotionally and verbally abused. You taught me that my anxiety is hard for certain people to handle and I understand and that it will take special people to love my flaws.

I’m glad our engagement failed because I know what that heartbreak feels like. I know what it’s like to plan your entire future and have it all taken away. I know how to prevent those feelings ever happening again. I stopped dreaming, I stopped planning. I live in the present without worries of the future. In all honesty, I’m glad it all happened because it’s another life experience that helped me grow and mature to the woman I am today.

All those fights, the power struggle, and the embarrassing public uproars. Without those arguments I would have never known how wrong for me you were. I learned since then what actions are worth the fight and what ones are. Those arguments, those big traumatic scenes where my anxiety got the better of me, have really made me a better person today. The nights I lay in bed crying making me realize I never want to go through that again. So yes, our poisonous relationship changed me.

In the end, we didn’t make it as a couple and I am so happy with that failure.  To be able to get closure is the most important thing you can do for yourself. So girls, when you’re sitting back thinking about revenge on your ex man, take a minute and really think, is it worth it? I mean they did after all help shape you into the beautiful woman you are today and will surely lead you to your future man. So do not stay mad at the pasts forever, when you need conclusion, remember this – I would not be the well rounded woman I am today, and I would not know what it’s like to feel that pain. It made me strong. I am the woman when her feet hit the floor each morning the devil says “oh crap she’s up”. That is who I am proud to be.

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