Reflections on My NYC Midnight 2024 100 Word Challenge Experience

Writing competition ended; focusing on finishing my novel now.

Oh well, my run of success in the 2024 100 Word Challenge has ended. I didn’t win any prizes. Nevertheless, I am proud of how far I got in this one. I didn’t love my last submission so it’s not a huge surprise or disappointment.

For completeness I’ll share it with you here. As ever, it’s been a fun competition and next week the 250 Word Challenge begins. But, I’m thinking I should really spend less time on competitions like this and focus on finishing my current novel. I’m so close to finishing the end of the first draft. Yet, I seem to manage to fill my time doing anything else but this!

I’m now in three different writing groups. Each one generates at least one piece of homework each month. It seems to eat up my time. Last month, I tried to ‘kill several birds with one stone’. I wrote one long piece that fitted the criteria for all three assignments. I put in a lot of time and effort and I’m pleased with the outcome. I’ll post it next week after the final meeting this week.

Maybe I’m just making excuses? I seem to always manage to find other things to do when I should be finishing my book. Grrrr! So annoying! Reading, writing assignments, doing book reviews, writing blog posts, reading other people’s manuscripts (!), cleaning, shopping, cooking, watching rubbish on the TV, staring into space … and on and on and on. I must do better!

Anyway, enough self-flagellation for now. Here is Journey to Love. 100 words on Falling in Love including the word enough.

A Journey to Love

You started as a thought seed that took root in my mind.

Should we? Could we?

Weeping each month when the bleeding came.

But you sprung and clung to life.

A dot of humanity wreaking hormonal havoc.

Growing and swelling into a hot and heavy burden.

The hard work began, only when you were ready.

A long and slow journey to a final rage of pain and trauma.

You burst into the world in a slippery rush.

Velvety skin. Dark eyes blinking. The scent of stardust. Tiny fingers curled around mine.

All is forgotten, forgiven. You are love. You are enough.

My Green Jumper

My Winning Poem

So last night I won the 54th Solihull Writers Workshop Annual Poetry Competition with my poem My Green Jumper. I was both honoured and astonished to be the recipient of the award as the standard of all the entries was so high.

I have been sharing the news of my success on social media and several people have asked if they could read the poem – so here it is!

I’m not a poet. I think this is the second poem I have ever written as an adult. I was inspired by the current humanitarian crisis in Ukraine and by the thousands of people donating their clothing to help people in need.

My Green Jumper

My green jumper

Old and familiar

Soft and soothing

Warm comfort

Scented with love

Threaded with memories

Sofa snuggles

Cosy cuddles

Winter walks

Kitchen talks

Safe and secure

My green jumper

Tossing and turning

Nestling and glowing

In bags and boxes

By road and rail

Over land and sea

To get to you

Explosions and Gunfire

Fire and Flame

Fear and Heartbreak

Blood and Pain

I cannot touch you, but my green jumper can

Put it against your skin

Let it sooth and calm

Let it warm and comfort

Let it talk to you

About my love

My care

My sorrow

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