I have the bare bones of three posts waiting to be filled out with literary awesomeness ~ but for some reason, the Muse has deserted me.
The words are sticky; jerky; unhelpful.
So after trying silence; tea; chocolate; walking round the block; staring at my screen till the timer went off, I’m going to give in and admit defeat.
Some days, great Content is completely elusive, and the only way to fulfill today’s obligation to the 30 day challenge is to write about it’s absence.
And to be point-blank honest about how difficult it can be to be a blogging goddess Every Single Bloody Day.
There! I said it.
A 30 day challenge is HARD.
Oh it seems such a Lusciously exciting idea in the beginning. Blog Every day for 30 days. You’ll have lots of content. Stats will go up. New habits established. Blah. Blah. Blah.
But they (ok, I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but one has to blame someone!) .. they fail to mention that during a 30 Day Challenge, things like a Life/family/job/sleep requirements can very rapidly become distressingly inconvenient, and that trying to morph overnight from someone who “has a blog” into a full-time Blogger can result in whiny children, a sulky husband/boss and dustbunnies the size of cats.
And the endless search for Content can turn you into chronic note-taking insomniac.
Ok, maybe that’s just me.
But even so, I know that 14 days down the line, when I bask in the glory of a challenge completed (and rapturous applause from adoring, admiring fans!), this is the day I’ll remember.
The day when I couldn’t think of anything to write ~
but wrote anyway.