I had decided. I had firmly committed not to.
I’d pop in from time to time. Comment. Post on Tuesdays.
Yesterday, I avoided those slicers who were slicing about the March challenge. Nope. Not going there. I had decided.
Tammy and Clare aren’t slicing. They’re writing a book. Hmmm, well. Umm. Good point.
Why was I choosing not too?
Oh yes, so much to do. Teach. Yes. Absolutely valid point.
Not this year.
I read a few more slices. My friends. All because of slicing.
Then I read Kevin’s post. And Mary Ann’s comment:
I think this is my second or third year with the March challenge and at first I hesitated to sign up–thinking too that it was too much of a commitment for me to make. Then I decided to just do it as writing brings me to understandings I simply didn’t know.
You doing this for the 10th year gives me hope and inspiration. Thanks:)
They broke me.
I found the sign-up link and hit submit. Submit to the tantalizing prospect of finding out.
I promise to show up and be guided by what life presents.
So contrary to my plans (how often life goes that way), here’s to a month of writing. Yesterday, resistant. Today, curious of what might be. Thank you, Kevin and Mary Ann, for unknowingly pushing me to write.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, and all the Slicers for the March Slice of Life Challenge. Find more slices here.