Day 9 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 9 Turn a Tweet into a haiku. Well, I have no idea what a haiku is. I don't want to seem lazy, I searched what is that. I figured that it is a kind of Japanese poetry. But definitely, it`s beyond my skills. I like the idea of writing songs, but it takes too many creative vibes. Actually, I have done such a thing before. But not like this, under pressure to achieve my daily goals. So today I'll be really quick. I couldn't manage to do all my duties yet, I have several songs to learn so that's enough for today. Please, I would appreciate if you spot my mistakes. Thank you!

Day 8 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 8 "Take a nondescript sentence such as, "How are you?" Write the same line from at least five different points of view." I'm not quite sure what kind of suggestion is that, so I would appreciate if someone could explain it to me. But in order to keep my goal to achieve a new habit in 30 days, I will write about something else: My job. I am a professional musician, to be more specific a guitarist. I work playing live concerts at night clubs around my region playing covers with a rock band. Sometimes, when the bar can't afford a full band I play in acoustic duo format. This gigs happens mostly on the weekends, so I have other occupations still related to music in order to make more money and be able to handle the budget, pay my bills and save some money. During the week I work as a music teacher and free lancer in recording sessions. I am totally self-employed and currently I'm looking for a opportunity to work abroad. That's all for today. Can anybody correct me, please? Thank you!

Day 7 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 7 Spoil the ending of your favorite movie without any context. Here we go: "Unfortunately his wife died, but left him a beautiful smart little boy. That was a miracle because he (the father) was a little slow. He was so rich that he wouldn't need to worry about money for the last of his life." I am probably missing details but for the record the movie is Forrest Gump. Please, correct my mistakes =)

Day 6 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 6 Think of your favorite food. Try to make it sound as disgusting as possible. Here we go: "What's the point of eating something if you do not cook it? I've heard once that humans beings developed their nervous system because, differing of other species they didn't need to spend too much time searching, hunting, stocking and eating food. Neurons need energy and digestion takes a lot of it. Since humans started to cook their meals, the digestion became much easier and left room for the brain to consume that extra energy. So why, after thousands of years are we still eating raw food? That's something that I can't understand about Japanese food. I've tried a 'sashimi' once and it felt like I was eating a snail, eww! It was cold, wet, viscous, and smell like raw fish!! That alone is already disgusting. I find even fresh fish smelly. Terrible, worse than that is only possible if you should eat it alive fish alive. Here we are, back to the stone age..." Just to clarify, I actually love Japanese food, especially sashimi! Please, I would appreciate a correction.

Day 5 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 5 The last liquid you drank has turned your protagonist into a superhero. What do your character's new powers allow him or her to do? Here we go: "He never felt so strong. Everyone around him seemed to slow down. He wasn't feeling pain anymore. He felt like he could beat anyone. He felt so brave that he could say anything to anyone. He felt like he could fly, like people around was beautiful. Everybody would want to make friends with him. Those were the amazing powers his last drink gave to him. So he started to double the dose everyday. He loved to feel like a superhero. It was so much fun! But after several weeks, the consequences of abusing such powers came out. He lost his job, family and realized that people around him started to feel embarrassed. For the first time he experienced amnesia. The next day he would feel all the pain he didn't feel the night he drank his powerful liquid. That's why you shouldn't ever abuse alcohol, kids. Enjoy your superpowers moderately." =) Inspired on Brad Paisley's song Alcohol, I didn't mean to write heavy stuff. It was supposed to be funny as the song is, but I'm still developing my way to express my English sense of humor. hahaha I appreciate your corrections!

Day 4 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 4 Imagine that your protagonist has just turned into a statue. Describe his or her thoughts. Here we go: "It seemed like one of those dreams, when you feel like your going to work or to school and all of sudden, right in some crowded place you realize that you forgot to put your clothes on. That's really embarrassing. Still, one way or another you never would do such a thing, that's how you know you're still sleeping. But that day he felt different. Firstly, his movements started to slow down. Before he could say anything, ask for help or something, he was frozen already. He tried so hard to scream, to move, to cry. Useless. He was totally frozen and there was nothing he could do about it. He calmed down and tried to remember how he got in that condition. It felt like he was a prisoner in his own body. He tried to reach his senses. It was completely dark, he wondered why he didn't stayed with his eyes wide open while he felt he was becoming frozen. He at least would be able to see where he was or to understand what just happened. What about the ears? He tried to hear anything. Nothing. Then he realize that he could smell something. He remembered when he was a little child. Every time he had a fall his mother took care of his wound and she always used the same medicine. That's it! He was smelling a medicine. It should give him a clue where he was. A hospital maybe. But why? He struggled really hard to remember and realized the last thing he was doing was driving home and something caught his attention. That road had a blinking light every kilometer or so and they had just been installed there. It was the first time he was seeing it. He slowed down a bit to see what was that and as soon as he figured that it was just an emergency phone a huge truck appeared right in front of his car. It had no lights, no warning signal, nothing. It was just there where it shouldn't be. It was too late he couldn't brake nor swerve. But he knew he was alive, he knew he was a survivor. From that moment till the day he recovered his body functions he couldn't figure out how many days, months or years had passed since he was turned into a statue. But all the time he stayed frozen he kept remembering himself: 'Always drive on the road with high lights on'. " That's it, I'm very grateful for your corrections. =)

Day 3 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 3 Now send your character to his or her grumpy grandmother's house for a visit. Write the scene of your character's arrival. Here we go: "I've arrived at my grandma's front door and before knocking on it, I noticed how old and barely legible her welcome carpet was. After doing a mental note (buy her a new one) I've knocked. Knock Knock. After waiting a couple of minutes I could hear the sound of her very peculiar walk, dragging her slippers over the wooden floor. She looked disappointed when she saw that it was just me, shrugged and turned her back on me towards the kitchen. I got in and asked if she was expecting someone. After a long while she answered toughly: -Yes! Her house has a particular smell, pretty hard to define. It smells like 'new' old stuff. Like piles and piles of objects she bought and never used. She is a perfect accumulator. When someone asks her if she won't get rid of some of her useless stuff or offers her a cleaning, she becomes angry and respond that she's sure that she'll need it sooner or later, whatever it is. Maybe she's afraid that if someone else touches some of her things she won't be able to find it, ever. I remember feeling like I was entering in a haunted castle when I was a child. Her bed was so messy that she had to put a net over it so she could sleep. -And who are you waiting for? I asked her. Then she told me one of the funniest stories I've ever heard. A man knocked her door a couple of hours ago offering her a blessing on her jewels, saying that he needed to bring them with him to somewhere else and would be back soon with all of her ear rings, rings, bracelets and necklaces. He told her that after a couples of days she should expect much more of those coming from nowhere. Poor lady, I see why she is always so moody..." I'm looking forward for your corrections. Thank you!

Day 2 - 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge Day 2 Think of three people in your life. Give your character the hair and laugh of person 1, the face and bedroom of person 2, and the wardrobe and mannerisms of person 3. This is your new protagonist. Feel free to give him or her any other characteristics you'd like. Give us an idea of who your character is by describing only the first 60 seconds of the character's day. Here we go: "Why it's always so hard to wake up in the morning? Specially when you're a night owl and works, thinks and do everything better at night. Whatever, just one more normal day. Man, the days are passing by so fast. When I was a child one hour seemed like forever, now I barely notice it. I hate checking my phone up as soon as I wake up, screens really bothers my eyes, specially in the morning. I should just wash my face and start the day. As I go to the restroom I feel the weight over my legs becoming harder to bear each day. Looking into the mirror I see this long black hair that doesn't seem to fit anymore. At least my laugh, which I'm known for, and my good mood are just the same. After brushing my teeth, with a smile on my face I think of me short haired. Weird. I throw some water on my face, dry it up and go back to my room. It's a complete mess. God, I have organized everything and cleaned it up couple days ago. How can I make such a mess in a so short amount of time? Maybe the problem is my wardrobe. It has so many clothes that I never wear. Every time I have to pick something up trying to combine pieces I throw them over my bed, chair or hang on the doors all the 'misfits'. Just like a hurricane. And then, one more normal day begins..." I appreciate your corrections. =)

30 Day Creative Writing Challenge I was reading the discussions tab and I found someone posting pretty interesting challenges for language learners. So here we go... Day 1 *Take us through a written walk down your street and to your favorite place through the eyes of somebody else. "Finally Tuesday has arrived, I'm so excited because I have been working so hard all the week long, since my last class, to figure out those new scales. Studying music has never been easy. It requires such a passionate dedication to achieve the mastery, and those scales are so tricky but so cool. Damn, if I didn't love it that much sure I would be quit so far. Trust is the word. That's how it feels taking these classes and I really trust my teacher and his lessons. Man, I wish I could play like him! Taking classes in person takes me about one hour to reach his place. But I don't mind, just love go there. I wish I could live in that neighborhood. People are gentle, its a really peaceful place. Perfect for studying. Every week walking through this street full of trees, birds singing, beautiful gardens, smells like nature. A joyful therapy for my stressful week. A relaxing feeling like growing as human being, always going back better than I was. There's nothing like the countryside." That's it for today, I would really appreciate any corrections. Thank you!