I am participating in my ninth Slice of Life Story Challenge run by the team behind the Two Writing Teachers website. We are challenged to write a blog post a day throughout the month of March.
I wasn't going to do the "woohoo, last day of SOLSC!" post.
I wasn't going to highlight that it's my ninth one, and threes are my favorite numbers.
I wasn't going to write about how wonky my old computer is getting, how frustrating it was some mornings--and evenings--to highlight and revise, upload pictures, make the spacing just right when the cursor wouldn't comply.
I wasn't going to write how this year seemed just a bit easier than the last, which, let's face it--SOLSC '20 was really a COVID diary, with plenty of fodder for posts.
I wasn't going to discuss how I've managed writing a full morning page BEFORE each day's Slice, and how I think it's helped me with my posts, even on days when I didn't Slice about what's in my morning pages.
I wasn't going to moan about not being involved in a Writing Camp with students this year, so I didn't get to share their prompt and hold up my writing for their scrutiny, talk about the commitment to putting words on paper every.single.day.
I wasn't going to gush over writers both familiar and new who have dazzled me with their words during this Challenge. How they've inspired me, stretched me, made me rethink how I string words and spaces together to make sense, make a story, record a memory.
I wasn't going to talk about all the book recommendations that I gleaned from Slices. Or all the posts I've bookmarked in a task bar folder, waiting to go back and read. It may take months...
I wasn't going to talk about how I will be a bit relieved tomorrow when my time is just a little freer, the obligations of writing and reading and commenting lifted--but I'll miss those obligations, too.
I wasn't going to write about any of those things...and yet, here we are.
Thanks for a wonderful ninth year of Slicing with me, writing friends.