Thursday, October 2, 2014

Day 2 - Write 31 Days

I have already discovered the flaw in my plan. 
I had based my constrictions on having time within 60 minutes of getting out of the house to jot down notes, take photographs and start stringing words together. Three days a week I am on the streetcar unless my lovely neighbour gives me a lift to Roncesvalles and I then walk to Dufferin. This morning we had a good natter about books. She is reading The White Pearl by Kate Furnivall - it sounds like a great page turner. She is waiting for the new Tim Winton to arrive. I told her about Isabelle Allende's book Maya's Notebook and how I devoured it over the weekend. 

By the time she dropped me off a half hour had passed and I had had no time to plan a post. During the ten minute walk to work I found myself dodging slow walkers 

I arrived at the Studio only to turn around and zip off to a clients - no time to plan but I did take photographs. We are looking at driveway layouts - who said design is exciting. 

Tomorrow will be interesting as I drive to work with my husband Mondays and Fridays. He drives, I knit we talk. I will spend the drive planning the post and the return trip knitting. Win win all around.

31 Days - Outside My Front Door

If you click back in my posts you will notice that I get all gung-ho about writing and posting and photographs and then - it all peters out after a couple of days. 

I am taking a leap of faith in myself and I have publicly joined - 

31 days!

The challenge is to write about one topic for 31 days. I could talk about healthy food for 31 days as I plan, cook, assemble 3 meals plus snacks every day of the week but so do so many great bloggers. I could write about my grief but it is still to raw to make it so public. I could take pictures of my knitting though theses days I am mostly frogging. As I drank my coffee the streetcar I remembered what I would say to people during the dreadful spring of 2013 - at least I made it out the door.
That thought is my jumping off point "Outside my front door", what happens to me in the first hour I walk out of my house.

It sounds like a huge topic and in some ways it is. By restricting  myself  to the first hour of leaving the house I narrow down my options and push myself to look closer at the mundane.

This is day one - and a photo of how I got to work. 

At least I made it out the door,

Wednesday, October 1, 2014