The One Where Words Don't Come #slice2014

Every Tuesday, I participate in the Slice of Life challenge at Two Writing Teachers. If you want to participate, you can link up at their Slice of Life Story Post on Tuesdays or you can just head on over there to check out other people's stories. For more information on what a Slice of Life post is about, you can go here. 

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All day I've thought of writing about chores and how I'd rather do laundry than any other type of housework and now I'm trying to make the words come out of my head and it's just not happening. 

I'm trying to find my way into a story where I profess my love of doing laundry and expound upon why laundry is the best kind of chore and I would pick it any day over doing dishes, cleaning toilets, dusting. 

I'm sitting here with my eyes closed, remembering the smell of warm laundry right out of the dryer...feeling the soft fabric...folding and folding and folding. 

I can hear the snap of the dryer door and the clack clack clack as I spin the knob and the slam of my palm on the button that starts the whir of the machine with the clothes spinning and spinning.

But that's it. That's all I can say. I wish I had the energy to make the connection with laundry and a profound, pivotal moment in my life but it's not happening. 

What I can say is that sometimes it's not about working your way into a story or proving a point or reaching the depths of your soul. Sometimes it's about writing whatever comes to your head, letting it all out and seeing where it takes you. It doesn't always have to make sense, it doesn't always have to be toiled over, it doesn't always have to move mountains. 

But it needs to be written. So write.