I sat on my heels in front of the easel in our school lobby, thinking of a school-wide morning message for the day. I usually write Monday’s message, but Tuesday’s writer was out sick. As I thought about what to write next, I felt someone reading over my shoulder. I turned to see Peter. “Have any suggestions?” I asked.
“Looks like you’re doing fine,” he replied before letting me know that he had looked for my Slice this morning.
“Oh right…I don’t have one…yet,” I explained. “Sometimes when I don’t have something to write, I wait for something to find me on Tuesday and just post later.”
I waited all day for something to find me. It never came.
Just now at dinner, I explained my predicament to my middle daughter. “Want to help me write a slice?
“No,” she replied before turning herself upside down in her chair and proceeding to beep like a car. She must have had a long day.
The only thing that bounced back was my conversation with Peter, nearly 12 hours ago.
That’s what a community of writers does for you, nudges you in the gentlest ways-maybe even unintentionally. Thanks Peter.