Putting on my shoes is the last thing I do before heading out the door on a new adventure. An adventure can be anything as mundane as going for groceries or something grand like a summer holiday. Shoeing my feet however, precedes them all. It’s like a ritual blessing: ‘may my list be in my pocket, not a thing forgotten, amen’ and out the door I go with a confident stride.
Today, I’m putting on my shoes to begin a new adventure in writing. This blog, for the next seven months or so, will chronicle how I engage the writing life. The goal is not to write about writing as such, but to reflect on a writing practicum project as it unfolds until April. I’ve gathered a few friends to journey with in the form of a writing guild, a place for encouragement and gentle critique, which I hope will be good soil in which I can grow and bear fruit.
So I’ve slipped my shoes on and I’m heading out the door — I think my list is in my pocket. Regardless, I’m hoping my own agenda won’t entirely guide what might happen. The best adventures have surprises.