One of the first things I mentioned to my husband this morning: “I joined this blogging challenge called slice of life and I have to write a blog post every day this month.”
“You told me about it.”
And I could go on and on about it because we’re approaching the middle of the month and I’m feeling like ‘I got this!’
And one of the joys is also writing and not telling the world. Not sharing out to my Twitter fam. But holding it for myself and this cozy community of slicers. This is a new part of my public writing. Slicing feels like a training camp for my writing. Every day I get in some kind of workout of words. There’s no stopwatch, no word or page limit, just the commitment to post daily for one month.
And like in any training camp, you arrive thinking you’re fit enough and then you discover there’s so much more you’re capable of, so many other ways to think about and practice your craft. It’s glorious and it’s humbling and it’s fascinating. There’s learning on top of learning. Piles and heaps of learning. Stacks of ideas, connections, avenues. All that for the price of a single blog post per day.
A bargain really.