Very rare is the morning when I wake up and know immediately what I will write about that day. I have found that my writing stems from ideas that either jump out at me, or something that stirs me to the core.
Today I went on with my day, keeping my feelers out for topics. Walking my dog Griffin in a neighborhood park I thought about the topic of irresponsible dog owners — something I am passionate about, especially where poop is concerned — but I encountered no signs of irresponsibility, so I moved on.
On our drive back home we passed a couple of new neighborhood restaurants under construction. I’m happily anticipating their opening, but not enough to make it a topic.
I moved through my day, thinking about the Shrimp Chow Mein I would be making for dinner once I got home from my afternoon shift.
Pretty uneventful stuff, truthfully, but such can be this slice of my life.
One highlight of my day was that I was able to settle in and read a handful of recent stories from other “40 Days” contributors. It is gratifying to be part of this creative group of people, and it reminds me that “participating” doesn’t always have to be about coming up with something to write. Being a sort of spectator when it comes to other people’s writing in no way means I am up in the nose-bleed seats. I am courtside; reading, feeling, appreciating, absorbing and usually commenting.
Later, as I was peeling shrimp, sautéing vegetables and sipping a decent Paso Robles Zinfandel while listening to my “Dinner with Friends” soundtrack (lots of Dave Grusin), I truly felt like this “slice of life” of mine was actually more like a “slice of Heaven.”
Okay, looks like I have written something after all. Time to go and enjoy some Shrimp Chow Mein and read some more “40 Days” stories.
Thanks to all my “40 Days of Writing” friends! I will write every day, even if it’s something so simple as this.