Category Archives: 100 Words

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 100. On Discipline.

Image c/o Hugh Macleod: gapingvoid.com

It may look easy, but blogging on a daily basis, be it in 100 words or otherwise, requires persistence and discipline. There is a world full of material from which to write about; all the writer and blogger has to do is sit down and write, goddamnit.

For the last 100 days, that’s what I did. Fighting back the odd case of I don’t wanna, I have completed what has been by and large an enjoyable exercise. But the journey is far from over. I will continue to post daily, but won’t hamper myself with word counts. Let the blogging continue forthwith.

 

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 99. On Unfriending.

Yesterday morning, to my horror, I lost two friends. But I don’t know who they are; not yet, anyway. My Facebook friends list was reduced from a total of 284 people to 282. I scanned down the list to see if there were any notable exceptions (I don’t keep a written record, by the way), but I was unable to work out who dumped me (or dumped Facebook).
A while ago this would have bothered me, causing me to think of how I might have offended these people. But to each their own reasons. Maybe they just grew tired of social networking…or me.

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 98. On Series Finales.

Harry Pearce and the spies of MI5: Spooks.

We put down our favourite book, one that has travelled with us for nearly ten years, and we can’t help feeling sad. The writer says there will be no more new stories involving characters we have come to love and care for. It is time to move on. There is of course a closure of sorts; but we know in our hearts that their stories go on. Only no one will write about them anymore.

So it is with our favourite television shows. There will be no more Spooks after last night. I am sad. But life must go on.

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 97. On Repetition.

You go to a pub on Saturday night. The music is crap, the singers are atrocious (it’s Karaoke – what did you expect?), the beer is overpriced and the staff are cranky. So much for your night out, yes?

Next Saturday you resolve to do something different – but you don’t. You do the same thing as you did the week before, and the week before that, and the week before that.

Insanity is defined by psychologists and psychiatrists as repeating the same actions over and over again and expecting different results each time. But will you change your habits? Can you?

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 96. On Health.

To your health! we toast sometimes. But what kind of health are we toasting? Good health, bad health, mental or physical health? It’s a kind of superman or woman who has excellent physical and mental health. Nearly everyone of us has something wrong within our bodies or minds; it’s a fact of life (and, unfortunately, death).

But the trick is not to overly concern ourselves with every nook and cranny of the wondrous machine we call our body. Most of the time it will take care of itself, with a little help from ourselves, of course. Just don’t overdo it.

 

 

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 95. On Libya.

So an entire country rejoices and has the party to end all parties, right? Someone somewhere is playing the soundtrack to The Wizard of Oz and Wicked. After all, no one mourns the wicked.

But once the celebrations wind down, once the dust has been cleared away, once all the bodies have been found and identified, an entire country is faced with an uncertain political future. The Libyans knew what it was they didn’t want. Now they have to work together and find out what it is they do want. It won’t be easy, especially with the world watching.

100 Words. 100 Days: Day 94. On Classic Novels.

There was a time when I wouldn’t touch a classic novel with a lighted pitchfork. They were too dense, I thought, written in a language no longer relevant for today’s modern needs. Too many thees, thous and words I need to look up in a dictionary.

But then I picked up Les Miserables, by  Victor Hugo. Yes, it’s dense, with passages that seem to go on forever, and for no particular reason. It has more tangents than a geometry manual; but it’s a joy to read. I feel that I’ve given classics a bad rep. Now I’ve changed my tune.