So, here it is Tuesday. Writing 101 was over Friday with Assignment 20, but writing isn’t over, it’s just started, again . . .
I celebrated my 50th birthday in March of 2007. It was a couple days short of four months from the day my husband passed away from a sudden heart attack. I didn’t want to be home. I didn’t really want to be anywhere.
Looking under Allegiant Air for a travel package, I found St. Petersburgh, Florida. I can do this. Leave Peoria on a non-stop flight to St. Petersburgh. Rent a car. Be my usual navigator with driver thrown in for good measure. I started to feel so excited about a birthday I was dreading.
Many stories came out of that short trip, but the one that has stuck with me is my walk in downtown St. Pete. I parked my car in a lot a few blocks from the heart of downtown. I was walking, looking around, thinking when I happened to glance at the sidewalk in front of me.
And right in front of me the sidewalk spoke. If you want to be a writer you need to put down the words, and keep putting down the words. There’s no right or wrong way, you just need to do it.
Writing 101 gave me courage to write from an assignment each day. It forced me, like a school girl, to sit down and write. Now it’s up to me to make myself do it. It’s really not that hard to carve out a few minutes a day to write down the words. And, like exercising, making my bed and any other thing a I do every day, writing can become a part of what I do, what I am.
My husband and I have been visiting family and friends in Central Illinois for the last week, and even when we were riding in the car I made sure to do my assignments. Monday arrives and without an assignment I walked through the day without writing. I was missing something, and now I know what it was. I missed putting down the words. I missed thinking about life, and putting it down.
I’m lucky, I found my missing part. I found the words. What will I write about tomorrow? Who knows. All I know is I need to fill a part of my day with words. Write down the words. Writing time was carved out in June, I must not let the carved out piece sit empty. Look around. Remember. Take in the beauty. Write down the words.