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Writing challenges 



writing challenges.

Writing is still very new to me or the more appropriate sentence would be, I'm still new to writing. We all are forced writers, one way or another, where we are compelled to write assignments, reports and a number of things. However, writing creatively is yet another area to explore and new.
I have never been so conscious about my want to write before.
So along with this want to write can come, shyness, disquietness which I'm going to fight with experimentation and excitment.

So I have decided to set a different writing challenge for myself everymonth. As May has already started so the writing challenge that I'm setting myself up is : writing the short reports of each book that I have read recently. I'm going to share each report on blogspot so you can check that and decide whether or not to read that book.
At the end of each month, I'll post a blog to share summary and thoughts about last month's challenges and share new self-challenge too.
Do follow and share your ideas, I'd love to hear from you all. 

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