The room was gutted. Open walls. Pink insulation. A table and typewriter set in the center, away from the windows and towards the pink lined wall that reminded me of pencil erasers and parallelograms. I imagined standing at the typewriter, unable to move, until one page after the other took shape. I looked up and he gave me the look, lunchtime.
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.