Something about traveling and reading and not writing.

First and foremost: It is still October 2 where I am, even though it is now October 3 in the place where I wrote the first 53 posts in this series. So, I have not missed a day. I just managed to get a 26 hour day in which to post this entry, because…

I am on a trip with my best girl, just the two of us. And my plan (you know I had one) was to write on the long plane ride. But it just didn’t work out that way.

And part of why it didn’t work out that way is because my best girl gave me books for my birthday, and one of the books was The Plot, by Jean Hanff Korelitz. And The Plot is just as can’t-put-it-down as the reviews promised it would be, so I read instead of writing.

And when we arrived at our destination, the weather was gorgeous, and the sun was shining, and we had ourselves a lovely afternoon and evening, and now it is very late.

I’m appropriately tired and going to bed.

But look: I wrote something. I did.

It’s my 500th post. if I’d realized that beforehand, I might have used the milestone more purposefully. Then again, “realizing beforehand” wouldn’t particularly on brand for me, would it.

Until tomorrow….

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This post is 54/56 in a self-directed challenge to write (or at least post) something (SOMETHING) every day – a birthday gift to me from me, because writing gives me a place to put the clutter that lives in my head.

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