200 Words a Day: Day 1

I keep saying I'm going to do an experiment. I keep thinking about the experiment, but then, I never really do it. I have been having a really hard time writing since having my baby girl. And I don’t mean a hard time writing for work. Writing for work is easy…but I’m having a hard time writing for pleasure. There are so many projects I want to tackle, and they just seem out of reach. So, I’m going to commit to writing at least 200 words a day that are not for sale. I think that this is about 100.

We found out that a relative has died tragically this weekend. He did not die this weekend, but his body was recovered this weekend. The whole affair is macabre and complicated and sad. It is strange to think that we were having a birthday party for our baby, and he was dead. We argued and made up, went to the zoo, played with the baby’s birthday toys, ate meals, emptied the dishwasher, and went on with the stuff and busy-ness of life, and he was dead.

Death can be so still and quiet, lying in the grass, unrecognized and unrecognizable.


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