Baby Goat

It's been almost a month since I started a writing challenge. We all set goats (it's an inside joke) and did our best to reach them. Some surpassed them, others made them and some found that life really does its best to get in the way. Though I reached my baby goat, I still have a ways to go before it's a full grown goat. There is still a lot of feeding and nurturing to be done. What helped tremendously about this challenge, though, is that I found out I can do what I set out to do. When life tries to knock at the door, I can just ignore it and pretend I'm not home. The blinds are closed, the tv is muted, life will eventually give up and go on to the next house. When it pours down like rain or oozes in through the cracks in the walls, I have other rooms to retreat to. Each room contains my story. I don't have to have my laptop with me to write. Two days out of town without it produced handwritten pages. My story is my love. It pulls me in like a vacuum, shutting everything else around me out if I will let it. Many days I have. I have earned this baby goat, earned the right to hold it up and show it off. I plan to nestle my face in it one last time, smell the baby goatness of it, before putting it down and letting it run off to play. I have more work to do and a bigger goat to get to. I have another four weeks to do just that. I am in the company of some really great ladies, all of us striving towards the same end. The world really should be quivering in anticipation of all this great writing that is happening. Readers will be delighted when we have finished, each one of us creating something new and exciting. Here's to precious baby goats everywhere and the bigger goats we are reaching out for! On to April, ladies!