The Incredibly Irritatingly Icky Second Last Day of January, #JusJoJan #SoCS

This is the final

Just Jot It January #JusJoJan

and adjoining

Stream of Consciousness Saturday, #SoCS

all together for 2016.

The prompt is “an”.

Do you think Linda would mind if I wrote about “An” as part of a word?

As “an” is written about so well here already.

Well, I can do that too. She has taken the opportunity to ask an interesting set of questions.

😉

Today is an awful day, an incredibly icky, irritatingly bad day.

I was supposed to attend the third of a set of three Saturday morning creativity/creative writing workshops. Unfortunately, I seem to have caught some sort of bug.

I haven’t felt nearly as at peace lately as I’ve felt in that room with those other writers. I was crushed when I realized that attempting to be there with them would not be pretty. And so I stay home and write, by myself, again.

I suppose I’ve been attending a creative workshop of sorts, all month, with all these other writers and bloggers who have been doing Just Jot It January, writing from daily prompts, which has been an amazing way to start off 2016 for my blog.

But there was just something to the accompaniment of that with this in person writing retreat, for two hours on Saturday mornings that I needed. Why couldn’t this stupid bug wait just one more day?

But then, perhaps, I might have passed something on to the other writers or the lovely author/writer/instructor running the workshop. Not a nice parting gift to thank her for the excellent job she did.

😦

If I had been feeling better I would have liked to write more on the “Annes’” that matter to me, but since I was forced to miss out on so much quality writing this morning I will keep it brief.

There’s Anne Shirley (my favourite literary character), Anne Frank (a writer of great inspiration to me and my own grandmother (Oma).

That first Anne is, of course, fictional, but a source of great Canadian literary pride for me. The second has influenced me greatly, in the horrible circumstances she had forced upon her and an important lesson offered in history, to do better as humanity as a whole. Third, well, she is gone,

over five years ago now,

but she and her name continue still with my sister and her middle name.

These women are a mixture of fictional, non fictional and historical, and familial. I look to them for different sources of strength and lessons, helping making me into the person that I am.

P.S. Don’t forget the rule about using “an” before words that begin with vowels, instead of “a”, a accident many people make.

Oops.

🙂

Just thought maybe a reminder couldn’t hurt. Anyway…

Speaking of rules.

One more day of this, as January is coming to an end tomorrow and a new month will begin as I say goodbye to being thirty-one.