I wish I had prepared better for this writing challenge. Ideally, I would have spent the past year working on slices. Maybe I would have some pieces to revise, some ready to go, and some I would write new. But I didn’t prepare. So, each day after work I am trying to brainstorm ideas and draft and make something presentable enough for others to read. Often what happens is that I just post something, even if it’s not fully “presentable.”
Unfortunately, today when I came home from work my mood started going downhill. I should have been elated about making it through the week and having a day off, but instead the little irksome events from the day and week settled in my brain. Once I started writing, they traveled through my arm and the pen onto my paper. The result was something I would not want to share with others. So, I started over.
It is hard enough for me to write one piece each day, but some days I am writing 3 or 4, hoping to stumble into something suitable for the public. Today it just wasn’t happening. I went bowling and bought myself a beer. I’m not a big beer drinker and I never drink while I’m bowling, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Sadly, I found that neither the beer nor the bowling were helping. I considered not posting. I’m the only one who would be disappointed and I’d get over it.
I don’t want to quit on the 6th, though. Surely I can make it through the first week. I decided to make a list of things I can do to improve my mood:
- turn up the music and dance around my apartment
- bake cookies to share
- read a good book
- go for a walk on a sunny day
- sit in front of the space heater on a cold day
- look at pictures of my family, friends, and travel
- watch 13 Going on 30 (I think it’s the music)
- buy flowers
- go out to dinner at a new restaurant with friends
- spend hours with some fictional friends – GIlmore Girls, Monk, Buffy, Angel, Monica, Chandler, Joey, Rachel, Phoebe, and Ross
Still, I had nothing to post. I was running out of hours in my day so I decided to go ahead and read other posts and respond. There’s no surprise ending here – I obviously did not come up with something clever, creative and upbeat to post. But I did figure out something else that lifts my mood: reading slices of other lives.