The tail end of #Bloganuary from a writer who can’t be bothered to blog daily.
29th Jan: How are you changing the world?
I’ll pass at this one. . .
Although I have been thanked (in retirement) by a couple of people I used to line manage for training them up. Maybe they’ll change the world.
It’s not a responsibility I’ll pass on to my kids to take up. Sometimes just surviving takes all our energies.
30th Jan: Describe yourself as a tree.
A stout oak. Or maybe a hawthorn: gnarled and spiky.
31st Jan: How do you feel when you look at the stars?
(Well, it is midwinter, here in the UK.)
You may have noticed…
I’ve lost interest in these. Perhaps it’s because I’ve had a busy weekend, but even here, now, on a Monday, I’m not inspired to invent anything more to add to my previous answers.
And – is it just me – or are the prompts getting tired as well? As if the setter has had enough of January too and is falling back on cliched comparisons.
Last week, though, I noticed my responses to prompts had grown more voluble as the weeks progressed, so it seems the #Bloganuary challenge has had something of the desired effect.
Time to write another story. . .