Day 7 of a blog post every (week)day. Sixth actual post.
It’s rather ironic that the theme for NaBloPoMo January 2014 is pressure. And in committing to do this, I have put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself. I, once again, last night, was getting ready for bed and then gasped when I realized I’d forgotten to post for the second time. I think I actually stomped my foot.
For goodness’ sake, how hard can it be? Post once a day. It doesn’t have to be long. It doesn’t have to be fancy. It doesn’t even have to be good. It just has to be a post. Second week in and I’ve already failed. The crazy thing is, I obviously think about it a lot, because when I think about something a lot, I talk about that something a lot.
Tonight my 6yo said to me, “Mummy, I know what you should write about! Write about making your own lines!” Then she used grid paper (somehow this had something to do with making her own lines?) to draw this spectacular piece of art.
She describes it as follows:
“I made my own lines and I made my own lines of a zombie. And one of them is a magic guy. And he fought in the war. And he got shot in the eye. And his eye sort of sunk in. And he has a scar one way and the other way so it sort of looks like an ‘X’. And mama, this is a girl and like, I made another one that’s a girl. And can you take a picture of them?”
What do you think? I think it’s a keeper.