This is part of the Slice of Life Challenge hosted by the Two Writing Teachers
I missed my first slice of this challenge yesterday. I made a commitment to do better this year and so far I have. My goal was to write at least 20 this year, so I am definitely on target for that. However, the last few days I have struggled to genreate ideas that seem worthwhile for this challenge. My wonderful wife, who also happens to be one of my biggest cheerleaders for writing was trying to encourage me with ideas earlier this evening.
You could write about the Scrabble game we just played.
Of course she would want me to write about that. She just took me to the cleaners. And I am supposed to be the more literary one. Great. Thanks Jules, just because you managed to earn 20 points on "we" near the end, doesn't mean I am going to devote an entrie blog post to your Scrabbliciousness.
You could write about Josie.
Sure, I could write a sappy post about how awesome my 5 pound dog is. But this wonderful lump of joy has pretty much ignored me all day. Josie even crawled off my lap when I was watching basketball today. She always sits on my lap when I am watching sports. It is just what we do. Not today. Apparently, Josie wanted my wife's lap more than mine.
You could write about the St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Well the that was a pretty good time. It was a great day for a parade. No rain and reasonably warm weather for Ohio in early March. My son, Hank was in it with his soccer club. We were hanging out with some great family friends. It should be something that I could recount. The drum corps, the bagpipes, the green beer laced happy drunks stumbling around could all be seeds for some fun storytelling. But it seems weird to be writing about a St. Patrick's Day Parade a full week before the actual date.
So as I write this I am seriously hoping for something in my brain to click tomorrow. Today was a great day overall, but I am lacking the desire to create anything worth reading.