Guess it’s time for me to ‘fess up. I didn’t stick with my plan to write 15-30 minutes a day in longhand. Perhaps just a tad too ambitious for someone who is pressed to schedule alone time each day. The last time I wrote in my personal journal was Election Day. Yikes!
Thank god for this blog because the accountability motivated me to make time at the last minute like a true deadline artist, somehow eeking out 30 minutes today to do my Write Club assignment from last week, and boy do I have to give this project a thumbs up.
First things first, I wrote down my chosen prompt: Describe your childhood home.
Thirty minutes and a numb right arm later, I had eight pages describing the backyard of my childhood home — I didn’t even have a chance to step inside yet. Words flowed into sentences. Sentences formed stories. Honestly, I didn’t expect to get so emotional describing my memories on James Street. I feel moved to continue this exercise each day, tomorrow describing the living room, the next day the kitchen, the next day my bedroom.
When I read my scribbles aloud to Husband, I told him I was amazed at what I remembered, that now it’s written down for posterity. Can you imagine? When I’m 80, I’ll be able to transport myself to my childhood. I wholeheartedly encourage you to do the same. And, if you get stuck, catch up with this week’s writing prompts at Marta Writes.
