third reflection

Another week of writing behind. I am using the same format for my reflection as on week one and in mid challenge.

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I am sitting on my living room sofa. My stomach is full, more full than necessary; of variety of cheese, serrano and smoked ham, salmon broccoli quiche, ham and cheese puff pastry rolls, strawberries and blueberries, grapes and roasted nuts, pomelo and melon, chocolate cake and lemon poppy seed sponge cake, apple juice and sencha goji berry tea. The dishwasher is taking care of all the plates and cups and teaspoons that my guests used today. We had an early birthday celebration. Next week I'm away on a conference and this Sunday seemed the best time to get together. The guests are gone. Mom and dad and little nephew went in a car with my sister. My middle daughter, my older nephew, cousin and her daughter went on a train. The oldest daughter decided to stay for one more night. The youngest discovered that she has some Russian to practice. And my dear hubby is eating one more piece of chocolate cake with cherries and whipped cream. Sweet life. 

I celebrate that I wrote every day this week. On Monday I had a dance lesson after school, On Tuesday and Wednesday I drove straight home from school, on Thursday I met with some colleagues in a book club to discuss"Their Eyes Were Watching God", on Friday after a teacher workshop I came home and was ready to crash already before eight o'clock, but I didn't because I was determined to write. I made sure I slept enough this week. I read for the book club and for the Literature Circle, some poetry and many slices. Since I drove on all the days, I moved less than I wished. I remind myself that this is temporary. I'll get back to my regular routine after the writing challenge is over. 

Last week I was prepared, writing in the evening, posting during the day. This week I left the writing for the evening and it was much harder. Several times I had the "I don't know what to write" moment. I noticed others had reached the same spot, yet everyone wrote something. I knew I could do it too. Even though the writing was less slice-like and more random I felt good because the words appeared. Other slices gave me inspiration. I am happy that I wrote my tea slice. This one had been on my mind for some time but I could't find a structure for it until I read Jaana's slice. 

I am sincerely happy that people pop by my blog and leave comments. Especially this week, when writing feels harder, the comments give the little nudge to get over the hump. 

Seven more days! We can do it! Write a word, then another, and then one more. Write a sentence. And when the challenge is over we'll probably find that we have so much more to say.