I am in awe of this Slice of Life writers who gather together at the Two Writing Teachers blog. Some write throughout the year, but most are here for the March writing challenge. There are 180 plus people participating. It’s a giving community of support and camaraderie all in the name of writing. In spite of a case of increasing sleep deprivation, I am thankful to be a part of the group. I tend to be a late night slicer.
Tonight I am writing during a short break from working on progress reports and hope to post a bit earlier than usual. I am looking forward to more time to read and comment on other blogs, as soon as I catch up on school work.
As I reflect on the first eight days of this journey, I notice that my writing ideas have become more varied, as are the topics of many slicers. We generally write about the things that are closest to our hearts. I love to write about times with special people in my life. But I have great admiration for the people that write about their young children. Oh how I wish I were at this place in my life when my children were a little younger. I loved the early years and have heaps of memories stored in my heart and piles of photo albums to help me remember, but it’s not the same as the written pieces that chronicle the milestones and the minuscule.
The good news for me is the act of writing and the writing of others is helping me to look closer at the world around me and to be a better listener. I want to notice and wonder, and linger and learn.