Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice"
to the Slice of Life (SOL) community.
Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Lisa, Melanie, and Lanny
for hosting this meeting place each day in March
and for nurturing our writing lives.
I made a hard-to-keep promise to myself at the beginning of the month. I told myself that I wouldn't comment on anyone else's blog post until I had written and published my post for the day. I've gotten into a bad habit of writing in the wee hours of the morning, then commenting a bit, and then taking a nap (because I'm retired and I can).
But this morning when I woke at 5:00, I said to myself, "You can use that calendar post that's been lurking all month and then you can still grab an hour of sleep before your alarm goes off at 6:30."
So what happened to that quick post, and why am I typing instead of sleeping at 5:38?
Well . . . I checked my email and there was Elsie's tantalizing title, Reaping Rewards. So I quickly read that slice and commented. Then I opened to my blogger page and noticed b's post from yesterday, with the enticing title, Pieces, and a telltale photo. B is such a storyteller and I'm so weak, so I clicked and commented. And then I refreshed my reading list from blogger and there was a paperback cover reveal for Leaving Gee's Bend from my friend, Irene Latham. And so once more, I gave in to the lure of the post, clicked, read, and commented.
So here I am at 5:46 frantically finishing this post (different from the one I had planned) and hoping to grab a quick nap before I head to an early morning babysitting commitment for a friend. I've decided that next year I won't make any silly promises to myself during March. Because as we all know, promises are made to be broken . . . but broken promises do provide writing possibilities.