I wanted to participate last year, but didn’t feel ready. hmmm……
My thoughts then were that I’d be in better shape this year to write for 31 days – I had plans – to write at least three times per week. Who’s counting? Evidently not me.
I had plans to showcase the Little House – aka StoneLeaf Cottage- with before and after pictures and decorating stuff, mixed in with other stuff. (Not crafty, DIY stuff, because, well, I’m not exactly handy that way – I can dream it up, but the execution leaves a lot to be desired.) I did paint two of my six chairs for what was supposed to be my little French Country Dining Room – still in progress, because we now have the stuff from two residences crammed into The Little House – more on that later. And, I digress….
31 Days of Writing. I almost decided not to participate again this year. Because I still don’t feel ready. Most people write more in one month than I have in the past year (This blog was started on October 9 20ll).
I have oodles of time now. I’m free most days to
stare into space write to my heart’s content. I could be posting everyday. I have plans to focus on my writing during this time of hiatus (While Mr Piano finishes his dissertation).
I imagine myself writing profound nuggets of wisdom that will inspire others, I see myself sitting at my computer clicking away writing, writing, writing. But, I don’t. I should, I could, I would, but…..nada.
I want to, I need to, I have to……..and, I will. For 31 Days beginning October 1. I have to have a beginning and a goal. Committing to 31 Days of Writing is the discipline I need.
I still don’t have a topic. I have a list. In approximately 36 hours I will need to link up and be prepared. It may be random. It may just be for the discipline of completing a goal, for making the oodles of time count, for the sake of feeding my soul, for the joy of word weaving and using the gift…
I don’t have a choice anymore I have to write… that’s what I’ll be doing for the month of October – I hope you follow along on the journey and see where it leads. And to hold me accountable.
Word Weaving in Grace,