I could write another story about bedtime - it’s currently not going well and it’s been written about before at least once, so that’s out. Nothing has changed here - I say go to bed and she ignores me.
Repeat daily.
I could write a story about what we did today - but it was not much, a quiet and rainy day here. It’s amazing we all managed to get out of PJ’s today - it’s been that kind of day
At this exact moment in time, I have no idea what to write about.
Some writers have charts, and diagrams and a system to figure out what to write.
There is no system here. I don’t hustle, I don’t get up early to write. I live my day and then decide if there’s something - anything to write about. Surely my life could not be that boring that I don’t have one thought in this head of mine….
I find that once I get started - I usually find something to write about - and today, it’s about finding your MOJO.
My daughter has MOJO. Too much MOJO. Her MOJO has MOJO.
Today she came downstairs with a huge piece of paper with the large letter E in the middle with 2 stars on each side.
“It’s my new flag for my new country.”, she states with confidence.
“Oh, are you accepting immigrants?”, I ask.
“Yes”, she says.
We decide to name the country “MOJO”
And then I get to thinking - how come it is so easy for her to make an entire effing country up and I can’t find any topic to write about and stare at this cursor like it’s going to save my life?
I do not know the answer to this question,.
Today she has designed a country - complete with a flag, made a to-list of stuff she has to do tomorrow, filmed a entire commercial for baby shampoo while in the tub and then re-enacted Christmas 2024 in our living room.
Oh! and then she cleaned up the family room all by herself.
And just like that, today’s post starts to take some shape:
This folks is the story of the day. If it were the headline it would read:
CHILD CLEANS ROOM BY HERSELF WITHOUT BEING ASKED
Fluoride in water might be the problem. Feds investigating.
I could not believe my ears. I heard it first but when I went to check on what the sound was, she was wearing a Buffalo Bills Hat and on top of that was a headband of witches legs leftover from a Halloween costume.
Hey, whatever works, yes?
I have learned to not interrupt whatever the heck was going on, but she had decided that it was too messy even for her and enough was enough - she just had to get dressed for occasion to get in the right frame of mind.
To circle back to writing: Sometimes it’s easy and sometimes it’s hard but it’s important to push those buttons on the keyboard daily if you want to write daily. That’s the important thing.
What you write about will come to you.
Today it’s about witches headbands and clean(ish) family rooms.
Tomorrow? I have no idea.
Yet.