Slice of Life 2017.
I pondered whether or not to tackle the 31 day marathon of writing for an audience this year. My life is full. Do I need one more thing to add to my plate?
“Your life will always be full,” I hear a voice say.
So, I tried to think of other reasons.
The reasons filled up several pages. (If you’ve done this before, you know what they are.)
I migrate to my desk to write every morning, but, even my notebook is bored of my same old tales. It’s an audience that pushes you out of your ruts. Good heavens, you could never write for an audience, day after day, about how pathetic you are because you didn’t exercise. . . again. Or, tiredness. Please. Or, how filthy the kitchen floor is. Or, how you wish you could get more done. Or, how you promise – tomorrow – no sugar.
Sometimes, I wish my notebook could play a recording that repeats, “You said that already,” every time I write the same old stuff.
I’m excited for where I hope to push myself to this year.
New structures and voices – deeper wonders and more detailed noticings. Experimenting, sharing and connecting with others.
I discover so many new ways to write from other slicers. And, the community of writers who take the time to read my words and comment are amazingly kind. Never a drop of criticism for a word spelled wrong or a verb tense issue (I do that a lot). I know my weaknesses. I discover more every day.
And so, I’m taking the pledge.
To 31 days of putting it out there. 31 days of committed writing.