I've started this post twice with two different topics and both times; highlight and delete. Neither time felt like a slice. The story started going bigger. I felt like I was rambling. I wanted to wrap it up and there was more to say. I'm rubbing my eyebrows and accepting my writing is rusty. I'm excited to slice. I like to watch and anticipate what will turn into a slice. Sometimes my slices are lists that others read as poems. Sometimes my slices are a list of questions. Sometimes my slices are formed after I gather words as a list to simmer for a later in the day slice. Sometimes my slices are last minute and racing the clock. Sometimes my slices are early morning. Sometimes my comments are check ins with my personal friends. Sometimes my comments help me meet new friends. Sometimes my comments are the three people who posted before me. As I ponder these thoughts and feelings, my writing is rusty any more. I've remembered how to slice...see you tomorrow.
Thank you Two Writing Teachers for fostering this writing community and offering this challenge.