I didn’t do it. I stayed off the bandwagon. And for a person who a) adores The Nester and b) hates to be left out, staying out of #write31days was HARD.
I did it last year. Amidst three conferences, one week of single parenthood, and long rehearsals for what became A Christmas Carol at the community theater, I did it. 31 posts on Living Local. You can read them all right here if you want. I was really proud of myself.
But then I was done. I didn’t turn it into an ebook. I didn’t keep up the momentum. I was done. I was tired. But I was glad I had accomplished that goal.
So I decided that I wasn’t going to participate this year unless I really, really wanted to. Unless I really had something to say that was worth 31 posts. Because let’s face it, I’m a writer. I’m not a crafter or a DIYer or a recipe blogger. At my heart, at this space, I’m a writer.
But I just couldn’t think of anything I really wanted to write about. Well, actually I can think of a lot of things, but they’re all random and not thematic and scattered. Sort of like my life right now. This business of freelance writing and novel writing and blogging all at the same time has me more than overwhelmed.
So instead of blogging for 31 days here’s what we’ve been up to instead…
A little consignment sale shopping…and yes, I’d really like to post my tips for consignment but I just can’t seem to find the time. And then I figure someone better has likely beat me to it.
Hanging with the tractor in the rain on big sister’s field trip. In his new $8 Thomas rain boots. Consignment.
Before the deluge began everyone was all smiles. Then they found out there would be no hayride or corn maze or petting zoo…
Got to admit I teared up a little bit at this fundraiser relay for our local cross country team. That coaching gig used to be mine, so I was a little nostalgic when she came around the track in her “Future Raider” tshirt. Oh, and it was insanely cold. Like 40 degrees.
A little pumpkin patch visiting later that afternoon. We like to buy from local vendors. This one is St. Paul’s Catholic Church in Cleveland.
These two. My friend Brooke was visiting and she told them to look like they loved one another. This is as good as it gets. And when did my oldest become such a fashionista?
Millie Moo and I had a date yesterday. We went to the ENT (hello, tonsillectomy! Looks like this post will be getting an update.) and then shopping at Target. The goal was shoes. The wants were not. So we took pictures of what she liked to send to Santa. (i.e. Grandparents–are you reading this?)
And finally I’ve been doing a lot of fall cooking. I briefly considered a 31 days series of fall recipes. Then I realized I am indeed crazy. But I’ll still post some. Like this incredible soup that has a secret ingredient you won’t believe! For recipe updates it’s best to follow me on Instagram.
So, yeah. That’s what I’ve been up to. How about you?
Lindsey P. Brackett 