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🌱 Evaluate

 "Evaluate your progress, so far."

I think I'm still trying to figure out how I should write my articles—I mean, informal, or more formal?

    I've learned several things I didn't know I could do in the past weeks. Like leaving my feelings and thoughts arrive before my critical mind or understand what an Oxford comma is. Namely, I noticed my mind and way of being are further interested in academic writing. However, today's text will be more street, also general. 


    I do believe today I'm a better writer, or at least, I write more confidently. For instance, yesterday, I received a topic and instantly perceived what to tell, and in the past week, I have felt that feeling other times—with just one exception, my 9th day called, "Something about teaching" that even made me sweat. 


    I've been reading many science-fiction books like Ready Player One, Dure, or the Narnia Series the last few months. While reading them, my mind has been identifying the typographic rules and paying attention to the plot. That's fascinating to me. I finished the first book I mentioned in just one week—86 pages per day—. I even forgot to write a script for my next YouTube video. 


    Why did you do it? I asked myself one night, "I read them before starting the challenge to identify possible future mistakes. You should say thank you, kid." and to be honest, it worked. I felt confident with my first draft. My English skills weren't that bad. Those spiderwebs I thought I had weren't real. Which made me realize I wouldn't have fully accomplished that if I hadn't started this unique project. Now I want to know more. Maybe I'll be giving classes of this in the future, who knows.


    According to my word counter, until today, I've written more than 7,700 of them. In just 15 days. Unbelievable. That's more numerous than my average high-school essay. Yet, what currently inspires me is that 50,000 words are enough to be considered a novel. Can you imagine that? It would be like 100 days or so.


    And this doesn't stop there. Another astonishing thing I discovered is that Italics are used to emphasize particular words in documents. There aren't recommended to use in Academic Writing o Formal stuff, but this is not the case today.

 

    Even yesterday, with my Arabic-food-oriented text and research, I noticed that almost every book has its Dinkus or Section Breaks. I smiled and immediately grabbed the novels I have read—including some I haven't yet—and found out that writers used many of those ornaments—some of them indiscriminately and others with funny designs.


    It is hard to believe that each text I wrote takes about 1 hour and 30 minutes to be completed. Sometimes more, when I don't use the passive voice, it takes me much longer. Because you know, in business or formal writing, is not accepted. Anyway, I can't say this trial has shaped my attitude or actions. However, I do feel more academic and want to keep brushing those abilities up.

    

    Later on, I'll focus on text structures and storytelling. Simultaneously, the efforts I'm doing will be established to maintaining this current passion I have.


Onward...



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