Challenge me / Retame

 

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Retame           

Antes de comenzar a decirte de lo que se trata el título déjame decirte algo. Déjame comentarte como es que empecé a ser escritora:

Bien, comencé primeramente escribiendo poesía. Me tomé realmente este oficio de escribir poemas desde el momento en que comencé a ver la manera en como me notara este chico que me gustaba en aquél entonces llamado Eduardo, sin embargo, el quererlo no era suficiente para que uno se inspirará a escribir por lo tanto escogía un poema, copiaba de él unas cuantas líneas y el resto era mi propia inspiración y fue así como lo conquisté, pero sólo por corto tiempo, puesto que no estaba en las cartas que fuéramos algo. Aún así continué escribiendo, todo acerca de él, casi siempre y con el tiempo escribía poemas cuando me sentía con ganas de escribir, cuando una frase me inspiraba, escribía en honor del chico que me gustó en el metro o escribía inspirada por el cual me estaba enamorando en el momento. Mi Mamá siempre en cuanto poesía se refiere siempre me ha comparado con Emily Dickinson y creo que siempre que es lo que estaba haciendo en la casa cuando ella no estaba por lo que leía en mi libreta de poemas. Fue entonces cuando tomé una clase de literatura y después renuncié a escribir poesía, aún cuando en muchos de los casos mi poesía se hacía verdad. Dejé también de escribir a excepción de los momentos que escribía en mi diario. Tiempo después conocí a Axel, después de haber sido plantada por un chico que nunca arribó a nuestra cita. Conocí a Axel de una manera muy mágica. Era como si lo conociera desde hace mucho tiempo atrás. Y aunque mágico como cuando esperando que me diera un beso, simplemente me recogió un cabello y me lo arregló detrás de mi oreja el destino no quiso que lo nuestro fuera algo. Aún así el se convirtió en mi primera experiencia, se convirtió en mi historia corta por nombre: “Un Ángel llamado Axel” y fue así como comencé a escribir historias cortas. Pues bien aquí te digo el significado del título de este blog, como te podrás cuenta estoy intentando abrirme camino en el mundo del escritor y por lo tanto nunca quiero enfrentarme a una página en blanco y tenerle miedo de que nada se de a continuación, por lo tanto te pido que me retes pidiéndome que escriba algo, tu decide, puede ser una palabra, una idea o el link de una foto, pues esto último es una de mis técnicas para escribir.

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Before I tell you what does this tittle means let me tell you something else. How I started as a writer:

 

I started writing poetry at first. I started for real this thing of writing (poetry at the time) because of this guy name Edward, I really liked him and I wanted for him to notice me so I started, just like that, but I needed something to inspire me, loving him was not enough so I copy from a poem a couple of lines and I wrote the next. Did I get the guy, YEAH! In fact I did, but only for a short time. I guess it wasn’t in the cards for the both of us to be anything. But I continue writing, all about him, most of it, then it was just poetry that I felt like writing, something because a phrase that I heard inspire me, something for the guy I met on the subway, something for the guy I am falling for. My Mom compare me one time with Emily Dickinson, she always wonder what I was doing when she wasn’t home, just because of the things that she read on my poetry notebook. Then I took one literature class and then I quit writing poems, even though that sometimes my poems came to reality in a way. I also left my writing behind except for my dear diary moments. Then I met Axel after being dumped by a guy that didn’t arrive to our date. I met Axel in a really magical way. It was like I knew him for a long time after we started a conversation just because he asked me if he could ask me something and I said yes. That day was something really special to me specially when he touched my hair and set it up behind my ear and right then I thought he was about to kiss me, he really surprise me. Again it wasn’t in the cards for us to last, but he became my first little story call: “An angel named Axel” and that’s how I started writing short stories.

So now the meaning of this tittle. As you can see I’m trying to become a professional writer, so I would never want to be afraid of a white page, so here it is: “Challenge me” to write you something, get me inspire, give me a clue, an idea, even the link to a photo because sometimes photos are my tecnic to write. Remember also my first language is Spanish as you can see in the post “About Me” it could be a poem or a short story, something new to post in here.

By the way because of a comment posted on this page I decided to write the next Article; you could say that this comment challenge me to write it. Look for it later on over there on my list of posts ok?

 

 New Year, this is then a new way to look at this page. The goal of this particular page was for you to challenge me to write something like now write this, integrate this word into a poem, change the meaning of this, something quite like that, but until now nothing like that. Comments keep coming into my pages and posts and all of them in english I guess that’s a challenge per say because English is not and will never be my first language, mine is Spanish, but this page is about challenges so on this one and only this one I will always write in English.

 

Here it is an example of giving me a challenge, but of course, this particular challenge you can’t quite give it to me like this, but there’s always a way. So here it is; imagine that someway you posted an image and you want me to write a story about it and it goes more a less like this:

 

 

 

Jesse just a few  days ago lost the ilussion of ever finding someone to share her life with, but then out of nowhere a wind came into her life, she was waliking in the middle of the wind, through the wind and suddenly she fall next to some man’s clothes. Those clothes were right there like her landing down on the grass. When she noticed she began then to caress his arms, his face. She began to smile, to laugh a little and little by little he became real to her……….

That’s what I got so far; I hope that is enough for you for now


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