Sunday, March 31, 2019
SLICE #31- IT'S OVER
Thirty-one days of slicing.
I did it.
Usually I feel a huge sense of elation.
Writing thirty one days in a row is a huge accomplishment.
This year, not so much.
This year was not nearly as much fun for me.
I think there are several reasons for that.
First, I think it's because of the stories I didn't tell. The stories about my sons. The stories about turning sixty and trying to figure out when you are supposed to retire. The stories about not reading. Some of those were the stories that I wanted to tell, but just didn't. And they will remain untold, at least for now.
Also, I think it's about community. For years, I felt like I had a really solid slicing community. We responded to each other's slices pretty much every week, and throughout the month of March. The last couple of years, many of my slicing buddies have dropped out. I really miss that community. I do have a community-- Ramona, Tamara, Elisabeth-- but it's smaller, and just not quite the same.
Along with community, I think it's about feedback. It's fun to get comments. And not fun when you don't. When I slice, I write because I have something I want to say to the world. I want to know that people have heard me. Many days, I only got one or two comments, never more than four or five. And it wasn't because I didn't comment on other people's writing- I always commented on at least ten people's slices, and usually more. People read my slices-- I think the average was about thirty viewings, but they didn't comment. And that made me a little sad.
So this year is over. And I'm glad to have sliced for 31 days. But I'm also glad it's over.
On to April Poetry Month.