That’s it. One last creation in a year of making things each and every day.

I did it.

Three-hundred-sixty-five straight days of thinking and doing and playing and sharing. I can hardly believe the year is over, and that I never missed a day of making. What an experience!

I am so grateful …

… to Noah Scalin for publishing his book of prompts and for his encouragement and social media support throughout these 365 days.

… to my husband Jim for giving me Noah’s book and supporting my rabid dedication to completing these daily assignments.

… to my children for inspiring and contributing to so many of the “makings.” If ever I was at a loss for what to do, they were a fount of great suggestions.

… to friends, colleagues, and family members who observed and tracked my work, whether to comment on a specific day’s output or to ask what I was learning through the overall process.

… to strangers who participated and took interest when my creative work happened in public (restaurant servers are remarkably good sports).

What next?

At least a few days of rest, to be sure.

Over the year, I’ve accumulated stacks of books, heaped on my desk and nightstand, as yet unread. I look forward to reading and appreciating the creative outpouring of other writers.

But daily “making” has become such a mainstay in my routine, I know I will miss the discipline. When the urge strikes, I will return to my favorite creative techniques, such as rhyming, doodling, stitching, photographing, and—of course—writing observations and memories to share with the community that follows my social media and blog posts.

Right now, I’m going to pour a generous glass of red wine, listen to some music, and bask in a sense of accomplishment. It feels good.