participate in 100 words

It’s really hard to write every day for a full month. The quality is lacking, but I have an interesting record and I was often surprised by the odd stories I made up each day.

I didn’t get them posted on the website, but am still taking credit since I did it!

I won’t repeat this task, but it was worth it.

doesn’t sound too late to write. But it is when you got up at 4:00 a.m. to put all of your junk in the yard. And I did. It was my first yard sale. Quite an event, and I’m sure I’ll post more later on that, but for tonight, I wrote, my 100 words.

What did I write about? “Black Jesus.” A few years ago, my son kept remodeling his bike. At one point, he painted it black, and he painted “Black Jesus” on the bar. I guess that’s the name of a band. We called the bike, “Black Jesus.” Later, he turned it into a “Harry Potter” bike. Blue with silver circles.

Today, the kid wheeling that bike away really smiled. He was really cute. About 7 years younger than my bike painter. He thanked me for selling it to him. It was mightly hard.

Now, and then, all I can think about was hearing Sweet Honey in the Rock, right after this son (my bike painter) was born, putting these words to music.

“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.”

I hope that Black Jesus is a good ride for that cute little boy.

I am but 10 days way from finally reaching this modest goal.

How can it be so hard to write just 100 words
every single day
for a month?

I felt I was breaking the guidelines too much in August so I stopped. September started without me remembering to post at all so I’m going to “give up” on this til October.

September 1. A new month. A new chance to write 100 words per day…all in one month.

How can anything so easy be so difficult?

I’ve tried every month
since
April.

Maybe in September.

I hate when I put in the wrong words (away instead of aware, that kind of thing) and don’t realize it until I post. Argh.

I think I’m breaking the guidelines too much. I forgot to write again last night and instead did it this morning. So I may just leave a day blank in August so it doesn’t post. I don’t know.

I forgot to do this on the 12th but I added my entry for the 12th and 13th last night. (Although it told me I needed to add my entry for today too even though it was before midnight. Pfft.)

Still keeping up with this every day so far. It’s kind of hard occasionally but I’m glad to be doing it.

There are cardinals outside my window, arguing over territory. Or perhaps just over the suet feeder.

Everything is snowballing and I’m excited and terrified at the same time. Negatives and positives all banging into each other.

I applied to college today. I think I need to write that again. I applied to college today. Good grief.

Next thing you know, I’ll be keeping my house clean and having social interactions and having an income. It’ll be madness, I tell you! But yeah. Huge snowball coming right at me.

There’s a chicken in my yard pecking what’s fallen from the feeder.