Never did I think I would write for ONE HUNDRED days.
I prepared myself for failure.
I believed I would write consistently for a week or two and then it would dwindle off to once or twice a week until I quit.
Especially after I saw all those pretty pages or those pages of writers who tried something new. It could be pretty intimidating.
But I kept telling myself, "This is my notebook and I can do what I want!"
So I did.
And I did.
I celebrated Day 40.
I celebrated the finishing of one notebook and the beginning of another.
I wrote through vacation and a weekend visit with family.
But could I keep it up?
I've always loved blogging and I did miss it. But could I do both?
I signed up for the slice of life challenge in a moment of weakness. Before I knew it, I was notebooking and blogging every day. I'm not saying it wasn't hard--it was--but writing has become such a habit, that I couldn't skip a day.
So here I am. One hundred days in a row of writing. My life is chronicled in the pages of these notebooks (and in 31 days of blog posts). My current notebook is almost full and a new one arrives tomorrow that will replace it.
I'll continue recording my days, and fill the notebook with words that are speaking to me and the news of the day. There will be poems and drafts and some things that will never see the light of day. But they will be mine.
I hope that someday
when I am gone,
picks my soul up
off of these pages
"I would have loved her."