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March Slice of Life No. 31  *  Celebrate This Week

 

I have two celebrations today.

Celebration I: #SOL March 2018
With a 34-word story, I am celebrating writing. I have written every day for thirty-one days — my daily slice and daily comments on other slices. Commenting is part of the writing commitment in this challenge.

March 2018
I will forever remember March as thirty-one days of writing, posting, reading, commenting, learning. Daily my skills grew. I made new blogger friends. I conquered the challenge. My life is richer because of you.

Thank you to Betsy, Melanie, Stacey, and everyone else over at TwoWritingTeachers who create and maintain “this meeting place for a world of reflective writers.”  Thank you to a couple hundred bloggers who participated in this challenge.  And if you are reading this post, I thank you for your encouragement on this 31-day journey.

Celebration II: Easter
With a 34-word story, I am remembering the death and resurrection of Jesus.

Easter
Betrayed, unjustly sentenced, He died on a cross. Earth shook; darkness fell. They sealed His tomb. But He arose, from death to life, victorious. An angel rolled back the stone that I might believe.

 


Writing about my writing

My choice of form

I started thinking about my final March SOL post several days ago. I decided to celebrate two important things in this last slice — the most important Christian holiday and my completion of the #SOL writing challenge. But I didn’t have a clue as to what form I would use. Then, on Friday, I visited Rita DiCarne’s blog, “Mary’s Son.”

So, inspired by Rita who was inspired by Fran Haley (“Thirty-four Words“) who was inspired by Kelly Gallagher at North Carolina Reading Association, I decided to try my hand at writing two 34-word stories — one for each celebration.

My drafting / revision trail for “Easter”

Sometimes, my drafting and revising are fused, hardly distinguishable. As I wrote the 34-word story celebrating March SOL, I noticed that I was definitely fusing the two. So when I started my Easter piece, I thought I would try to capture what was happening. With just 34 words, I thought it shouldn’t be too hard to do. I would just copy and paste every time I made a change by adding to the draft or by revising what I had written.

Take 1 is what I initially wrote without consciously thinking about crafting the writing. The minute I started to think about crafting, I copied and pasted the initial writing as Take 2 and made the changes. When I began to think of changes to that one, I copied and pasted Take 2 text  under Take 3 and made changes. So it went, take-by-take, until I was finally satisfied with my writing … at least for now.

Take 1
The earth shook and darkness fell when He died hanging on a cross. Then His body was sealed in a tomb.

Take 2
He died on a cross. and earth shook and darkness fell

Take 3
He died on a cross. Earth shook. Darkness fell. Then His body was sealed in a tomb. Light shone. Angels rolled the stone. He arose

Take 4
He died on a cross. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed His body in a tomb. But then a great light shone. Angels rolled the stone. He arose Because He lives, I live.

Take 5
He died on a cross. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed His body in a tomb. But then a great light shone. Angels rolled the stone. He arose

Take 6
Betrayed, tried, sentenced without cause. He died on a cross. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed Hm in a tomb. He arose in a great light shone. Angels rolled the stone. He arose

Take 7
Betrayed, tried, sentenced unjustly. On a cross, He died. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed His tomb. But He arose, from death to life. Angels rolled the stone that we might see.

Take 8
Betrayed. Sentenced unjustly. On a cross, He died. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed His tomb. But He arose, from death to life and an angel rolled back the stone that we might see.

Take 9
Betrayed, sentenced unjustly, He died on a cross. Earth shook. Darkness fell. They sealed His tomb. But He arose, from death to life and an angel rolled back the stone that we might see.

Take 10
Betrayed, unjustly sentenced, He died on a cross. Earth shook; darkness fell. They sealed His tomb. But He arose, from death to life, victorious. An angel rolled back the stone that I might believe.


And finally…

Last year at the end of March, I used 112 blog titles of Slicers to create a fun poem,

The Gossip of SOL17: Did you hear? 

I’m linking to it today because many of the bloggers in my poem participated this year again. I read the poem today and it made me laugh again. Perhaps I will write one for 2018 during April.
Comments are open on it. If you read it, I’d love to hear from you.



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Celebrate this Week
with Ruth Ayres
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