Day Seventeen: Your Personality on the Page
Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.
Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.
Earlier in Writing 101, we talked about voice: that elusive element that sets you apart from every other writer out there. Style, however, is different. Your writing style might affect your voice, but ultimately style and voice aren’t the same thing.
While your voice is your own, and something that’s innately you, style is much broader. You might prefer long and complex sentences, or sentences with a lot of commas and layers building upon each other, or perhaps intentional run-ons and thoughts bleeding into the next and no pauses and lots of imagery and never-ending moments that run onto the next page.
Or, you might write short sentences. Fragments, even. Simple prose.
Think back to your assignment on sentence lengths. What kinds of sentences do you prefer, or find yourself writing naturally?
Back in November 2014, I wrote a post with the same prompt for NaBloPOMo: If I Could Get Rid of One Worry
Day seventeen prompt was not exactly welcome. I had said it all before.
And I have nothing to add to what I had shared.
Not writing is an option.
I am late anyways.
But replying is also an option.
No reply is out of laziness and not fear.
I cannot bow down to irrelevant reasons.
I won’t post again the same text. If you want, read the old post. The link is above.
I am fearless of dogs; insects in general, wild animals (in cages); and of many more members of the animal kingdom. Unless they attack me.
I am fearless of flying. Unless there is a scary turbulence.
I am fearless of human beings. Even of those who feel superior for their bank accounts, titles and achievements, and dress arrogance as the new fashion. Unless they have a gun on my head.
I am fearless of trying new food in foreign countries. Unless they make me sick.
But…since I experienced the taste of loss once…
The biggest fear is… but one thing… losing my beloved ones.
Feeling that taste…prepared me for that though.
You are welcome, fear!