Writing 101 – Day #whocares : Serially lost (Things we lost growing up #2)

On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. (In blogging terms that is like three centuries ago.) Today, write about finding something. (I already created a draft version of what I thought the series was going to be about, so stuff ya’ll!) Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined. (I’ll try.)

The only thing clearer about my inability to follow these prompts accurately would be my inability to stay focused on the task at hand, i.e post daily.  I have a convenient excuse.  I might suffer from ADHD, as per Dr Google.  So here goes my interpretation and an attempt at pleasing the Blogging Gods (aka the Editors of WordPress) who must be seriously annoyed at my lack of commitment to Writing 101.


Not only is Rise of the Guardians one of the best animated movies of all time, it also causes severe silent crying.  Especially the pivotal scene when Jack Frost realizes that a little boy can actually SEE him.  He does his best to make a little boy believe in miracles and the Tooth Fairy, when suddenly this kid gets a priceless, shocked expression on his face.  He sees Jack Frost for the first time and the animators captured that moment brilliantly.  And then there is the moment when Jack realises what his center is…Just watch the movie. Continue reading

Writing 101 – Day 4: Serially lost (Things we lost growing up #1)

I’m turning serial and it’s going to be a threesome.  I have no choice in the matter.  It was a commitment I made, a voluntary effort and I need to push through.

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.  Make today’s post the first in a three-post series…

It is the latest assignment of the Writing 101 thing-a-ma-chig I signed up for on WordPress so everyone can relax.  I’m not about to start swinging a chainsaw severing limbs.  I’ve hidden all my power tools and the big knifes are back in the drawer where they belong.  I have kept the gloves, overall and a roll of plastic covering, just in case.  You never know when it might come in handy.


Have you ever sat and watched kids play?  Have you seen how carefree they are?  Have you observed how they thrive in an imaginary world, where people fly and ceramic animals talk to each other.  Where a bedroom can be a mall or a classroom or a doctor’s office.  A world where anything is possible. Continue reading