Evening came earlier than expected. I turned the radio off, left soup bowls and dinner plates piled in the sink, then ushered the little one then his brother into bed. It was already too late for tea or wine and more than sleep or finishing the last few pages of Deborah Eisenberg’s Someone to Talk To, I should have chosen to write above all else. But the bed was warm and freshly made and before long the static of night had the final say.
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.