There is often an element of trepidation at the start of this commitment - commuting to 30 days of writing without a break… My internal voice is on full power…will I stay the course? Will I be able to see it through? What if I run out of inspiration? What about the days the tank is white literally, empty?
I have been thinking about a writing muscle I might be able to develop this month… and lately I have been thinking a lot about poetry. A wise colleague shared some perspective the other evening, over pizza. He said the first step to learning to write poetry, is to read a lot of it.
So my plan is to intersperse the craziness of my job and life with moments of reflection and maybe even some poetry. Read and write and think about how I might develop that muscle. It's a work in progress and a level of vulnerability that I am not 100% sold on given the scale of Slice Of Life, but I am going to try!
Here goes.
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