Dear Writer's Block,
I have a serious bone to pick with you. According to Wikipedia you are “a condition, primarily associated with writing, in which an author loses the ability to produce new writing.”
Why must you plague me now? What gives?!
A team is only as strong as its weakest link and I have two other women counting on me to pull my leg of this relay! There are three of us. Holly, Christina, and me. We are all in this together. We’re actually starting this blog. This is something that's been a pie in the sky dream of ours for a while now. And our first challenge, straight out of the gates, is to participate in a 31 day writing challenge for the month of October.
Write every day. For 31 days. I guess it’s supposed to develop my cerebral muscles. (Those may be the only ones I’m toning at the moment!)
Seems simple enough. I’ve been an English-speaker my whole verbal life. I have a brain full of words chomping at the bit to be released to the world. How hard could it be to write that often?
Not to mention, I’m not even doing this alone! It’s not like I have to come up with a string of 31 blog posts all by myself. No. I only have to come up with 1/3 of them. That means I need to come up with 10 (because we’ve already missed a day to make it even - genius).
And today marks my 4th. Count 'em. Four. I’m less than half-way there and I can’t conjur anything interesting to write about.
For the love.
You’d think, with the wildly exciting life I live I’d be able to come up with a plethora more than four. You’d think, with all the shenanigans that transpire under my roof every day, I’d have so many stories in the hopper I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. You’d think, with the amount of adventure and interesting goings-on in my neck of the woods, I’d have a hard time deciding WHICH anecdote to share first. I would grin just imagining the look of awe and wonder on each reader’s face as she (or he! - no sexism here) digests the perfect blog cocktail; a sweet elixir made of wildly entertaining, deeply inspirational and heart-tugging challenge.
Why, oh why is so hard to come up with such a stirring mix of new work?
Have I run out of inspiration? Do I need a new muse? Am I distracted by lesser thoughts? Perhaps I am intimidated by the witty prose of my counter-parts.
Whatever the case, I will have no more of you. I’ve got your number. You are trying to make me believe I’ve bitten off more than I can chew, but I’ll show you! I’ll go for walk. I’ll get a good night’s sleep. I’ll have a quiet time of evaluation and reflection. I’ll eat a well-balanced diet.
Someday. But not now.
Right now, I don’t have time for any of that. Because, in three days time I need to come up with another new post and I, for one, will not let you get the best of me!