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THEME REVEAL A~Z BLOGGING CHALLENGE THEME REVEAL 2026

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SANGEETHA KAMATH




 

Still indecisive 🤔 

The commitment is intimidating, yet this will be my third year of participation that makes me want it to come full circle. Third time's a charm it's said.

In 2024, I posted 26 blogs from A~Z--micro fiction, long stories, short stories, poems ( oh yes!) in a motley of genres Magic Realism, Surrealism, also a Creature Horror, a Sci Fi thriller *( in dedication to David Duchovny from X-files who was a crushing heartthrob back in my ancient days haha 😆)* all which can be concised into a broader group --FANTASY ! That was my debut year in the Bloggers world and I completed the event with a flourish.

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2025 was a year. I had to suspend the event midway through it and fly urgently back home for the major part of April. The theme then was a Mixed Bag. 

Reflections, Lifestyle, Wellness and Self Care principles were the topics I touched upon with A~Z titles all in foreign languages. That was the USP of my blogging challenge last year. 

A mini fantasy series of 7 chapters from alphabets G~M where the protags were two adorable cats Muay Thai and Fluffnut, gave me the greatest joy while writing about their adventures, rescue and the final chapter of their reunion and the cats' way home. 

I had resumed the event when life settled down to normalcy, took it upon my stubborn heart to finish what I'd started and completed it in May. For my own contentment and not for the deadline which I had already missed by a wide arc...

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Here waltzes in 2026 and it's that season of a Theme Reveal. Easy does it....

I'm going for a dreamy Cottage Core and Kid Lit genre titled :

TALES FROM THE GLEN.

With lotsa 

Fall ambience 🍂 🍁 

Woodsy critters 🐁🐇🐰🐿️🦉🦊

Cottage meals 🍓🥖🥞🥗🫒

A teeny mystery ( maybe...WIP)

And my crossed fingers 🤞🏻

Image Courtesy: Pinterest 

This post is a part of BlogchatterA2Z Challenge 2026

CHAPTER1 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/abercrombie-locke-mansion.html?m=1

CHAPTER2 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/brambleshire-woods-day-2-letter-b.html?m=1

Chapter3 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/meadow-brook-cottage-day-3-letter-m.html?m=1

Chapter4 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/egad-shambles-in-brambles-day-4-letter-e.html?m=1

Chapter5 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/veiled-night-at-meadow-brook-cottage.html?m=1

Chapter6 https://sanguineallegory.blogspot.com/2026/04/library-of-cryptic-clues-day-6-letter-l.html?m=1





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