Sorry if this is illegible, I'm traveling all day and this is my last chance for wifi, but I'm determined to complete this challenge. I just snapped pictures of what I wrote while waiting for my flight.
While you've been using the technique throughout the month, in this slice I noticed and liked the omniscient perspective that lets me see Eddie's suspicion, even as he slow-plays the moment for now.
The pics never came through for me either; I was late to check them the next day but then I was also behind on a few parts of some chapters and figured we'd both catch up at some point. I have. Where's them pics? Or better yet, where's the NEXT chapter? Please, keep posting as they come or catch us all up eventually. I loved it. You are so talented!
This March, I need to redeem myself. In March of 2018, I wrote every day. The words flowed from my fingertips. The experience felt transformative. During that month, I easily fell into a writing routine that felt familiar and invigorating all at once. I perceived the world with more vibrant colors. I found meaning in the smallest details of life. Then, April 1 came. And I stopped. Despite understanding, with acuity, the positive impact a regular writing practice had on my life, I stopped making time for it. As the year dragged on, I galvanized myself for the upcoming March. I promised I would find that groove again and ride that wave through the month and into the rest of my life. In March 2019, I wrote three slices. In March 2020, I didn’t even try. As the next new year approached, I reasoned with myself, “ maybe writing daily is too much, too overwhelming, let’s try for once a week. ” I hatched a plan to write weekly. I decided that an audience would inspire me so I bought 52 postca
“It sounds like the town from Footloose,” is a common response to the stories I share about life in my hometown. There was only a single radio station whose transmission managed to reach our far flung corner of the middle of nowhere; its tagline was “where the mountains meet the prairies, this is wide open country.” Open skies? Sure. Open spaces? Definitely. But from the perspective of a flamboyant nine year-old, the place could feel pretty closed off. I was nearly the same age as MTV in 1991, having been born one year after they famously aired the world’s first music video. But thanks to a nearly unanimous vote from our very heterogeneous community, the popular channel was not available as part of any of the cable packages offered in our town. It’s fair to say we were all ignorant to much of what existed beyond our highway exit #355. Imagine my delight when a neighbor’s cousin arrived with a collection of compact discs, organized alphabetically in a zippered case, full of music that d
The wilderness healed me. Twisted me. Set me free. I was a particular child. I tapped fingers to thumb with each step. Pointer. Middle. Ring. Pinky. One. Two. Three. Four. I shortened my steps as I neared the destination, a little shuffle in my walk to ensure that I crossed the threshold on a multiple of four. I found items that fit together harmoniously. The placemat whose width was exactly two inches more than one of the wooden planks that made our dining room table. The cup that shared a circumference with the knot in the wood grain that was 2 inches above the edge of the placemat, when centered over the plank, extending one inch on each side. Everything had a rightful place, and my duty ensured each item ended where it belonged. Until I found the wilderness. Until I slept directly on the earth. Until I walked for days with all I needed strapped to my back. Until I dug holes. Squatted in a forest. Bathed in a stream. Until I absorbed the beauty of that chaos around me. The trails
While you've been using the technique throughout the month, in this slice I noticed and liked the omniscient perspective that lets me see Eddie's suspicion, even as he slow-plays the moment for now.
ReplyDeleteHmmmm...I couldn't read this. I only saw that you snapped pics but no pics appeared for me. Brian must have the magic touch! Happy travels!
ReplyDeleteThe pics never came through for me either; I was late to check them the next day but then I was also behind on a few parts of some chapters and figured we'd both catch up at some point. I have. Where's them pics? Or better yet, where's the NEXT chapter? Please, keep posting as they come or catch us all up eventually. I loved it. You are so talented!
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