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200 words a day – Day #4

I have decided that I'm not going to limit myself to only writing 200 words a day. It just doesn't seem like enough considering the fact that I want to reach in mass audience. From this point forward I will be publishing short stories or vignettes on this blog. Some will fall in the fiction genre and others will fall in nonfiction. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that my overall goal with this blog is to get my name as a writer out there. Posting short snippets of my writing does not seem like the most effective way of doing that.

Another thing I want to make clear is that I am also indecisive when it comes to my writing. In other words, I may completely change my mind tomorrow. So, please bear with me and continue reading. I mentioned in previous posts, that I have trouble with deadlines. Well, I also have trouble coming up with story ideas. I am more than open to suggestions. Anything that will help give this blog some direction is more than welcome. I want my writing to have a purpose. Someday I want people to read my stories or maybe even these posts, if they still exist and again something useful from them. I'm not trying to sound conceited or anything but I want to be remembered not only for how I acted in life but the things I said. I want to have a positive impact on people and the world around me and I think one of the main ways I can be that is to write.

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