It’s a scary thing as a writer when you’ve written something about your writing journey, go to save it and everything you’ve written disappears. You remember bits and pieces of what you wrote but it’s nothing compared to what you had written and your heart sinks as a result.

Well, the original piece I wrote for the end of March, wrapping up my second full month on my 365 day writing journey, completely disappeared when I tried to save it as a post. I very rarely write a post directly onto the website, but instead always type it up in MS Word. Then I will copy and paste it into here. Well, for whatever reason, the only thing that saved was the title. My heart sank to my belly. But what can you do? Those words are forever lost. That’s right. You start over.

I could stay all sad-sackie (as my mom would say) or start fresh and write something else. So here I am (in Word this time 😉 ) writing about how the last month has been for me in my writing journey.

First, I got to experience new things to write about each and every day. Something were only about my writing, while most not only included my writing but insights into my beloved baby girl and the grief journey I have been on.

One of my more memorable posts this month for me was the one title “The Writer’s Club” from day 47. The gist is that it doesn’t matter whether you are world-class author where everyone knows who you are whether the person has read one of their books or not (like Nicholas Sparks) or someone who simply keeps a little journal they write in that will only ever be for their eyes only. The bottom line is we are all part of the writer’s club if we write anything. I like how that makes me feel. It somehow connects us all through the beautiful written word.

March has been one of those months to have some very interesting weather patterns this past month. From unexpected snow in all parts of the country to higher than expected temps. March has a beauty all unto its own. It’s in the unpredictability of it all that makes it beautiful just like my beloved Mariana. Just to have known our daughter you came out feeling blessed as a result. My sincerest home is that by me writing about her and continue to do so through her dedication website that those individuals who have never met her will also be blessed as a result.