And so, I’ve recently tried to blog more consistently. A wordy post here, a list post here.
If you asked, I’d say I try to post something every other day, and by something, I mean something worth reading.
I moved the writing prompt roundup to Monday this week, because Neil left for a city week on Sunday, and I knew I wouldn’t have time to put a post together on Sunday. Even list posts take me hours. And with Neil gone I don’t have hours. I don’t really have hours when he’s here, but maybe that’s another post.
Isla had a few days off school this week, and even though she went to my Dad’s yesterday, I used that time to clean out my actual filing cabinet while watching Judge Judy. I thought about posting, but I was kinda depressed and maybe didn’t want to spread the depression round the interwebs, like last time.
I knew I wanted to highlight the work of the people who wrote to the prompt.
However. I also realized, for the second week in a row, I failed to write to my own prompt.
See, all of my memories from this time of year make me kinda sad. And the food I grew up with was much more freaking delicious than the food I eat now, which is also kinda sad.
I have these plans to write out these memories in such a way that they don’t feel like memories. But I can’t get into the writing zone.
I can get in the stressing zone, and the mother zone, and the missing my husband zone.
What will people think of this? So there’s none of this.
I was hanging with Isla last night, and I started to creep out of bed to write.
‘Stay with me’, she says. So I stayed. Not actually complaining.
I’m watching her sleep this morning, still not complaining. If I get up right now, how many words can I get in before there are other people in the house?
Answer: 668 or 752.
But there were no words this morning. ‘Stay with me’, she says. From the side of her face that looks like my face. So, I stayed.
Don’t mention how many more times she’ll ask me to stay. Forever, I hope.
And so, I’m here blogging about not writing again. Hi.
Before Neil left, I said ‘gimme a project.’
‘Not this week.’
‘Write a book with Isla.’
He says I should give her scenarios, and let her choose where the story goes, like a choose your own adventure thing. Are those still a thing? Apparently so.
So, maybe new project. Maybe.
And even though Orla says I could ramble about socks and you guys would be interested, I figure I’d better get to the writing prompt roundup:
Ellen’s Ebb of Summer
Sonia’s Gruffalo Crumble
Orla’s Monkey Nuts
Miriam’s Memory of Apples
Ritu’s Saag goodness
Sarah’s Soup-er Obsessed
Hannah’s If Autumn Were A Guest
Rebecca’s Sounds of Silence
Go read and then come back and tell me how hungry you are!
Since this week is a bit weird, and time is a bit weird, this week’s prompt is: How far have you travelled from home?
If you want to link up, the roundup of posts will be posted next Wednesday, Sept. 26th.
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