I had the house to myself after lunch. I sat down to write and all I could think of was a swimming pool and Popsicle, preferably together. I played the Adventureland soundtrack instead of my default background classical music. Bowie’s Modern Love reminded me of countless discussions we had about his pop songs sitting on the moss green carpet in his room, his turtle clicking in the aquarium, Bowie posters papered the walls. Late night trips to the grocery store for chocolate milk and donuts, after Twin Peaks marathons. Rock Me Amadeus followed, and on cue, I was in seventh grade again, lying on my bed listening to Falco on the radio. Memory and music ran deep, and often set the course for the direction I wrote. I clicked pause and listened to the whirring fan. Back to the short story.
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.