day 7 We lay in bed, a copy of Carver’s “Where I’m Calling From” between us. C opened the book and fanned through the stories as if he was in search of a specific story or passage he heard me read aloud earlier. Of course, this wasn’t true but I liked to think of him as a natural reader, one who easily slips into words and stories. After a minute or so, he found two side-by-side passport photos of D taken before our New Zealand trip. He folded the photo in half and put it in his mouth as he did with pretty much everything. I wiped off the photo, vowed I would write more fiction, and closed the book for naptime. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.