I’ve committed to writing a journal entry every day for 30 days. The problem is, the challenge started 6 days ago so I have to write 12 posts just to catch up.
Crazy? No. Insane!
Sure, I could pump out an unbelievable amount of crap and call it “writing”. Look, here’s some now: Ajreiu gfVmae’rtea gTE sdfheiowch fsd/DSntvi cahufd gDShg.
If you can’t read that it’s because you’re not evolved enough. I’m operating on a pretty high level here people, try and keep up. If you want to see the details of the challenge, check it out here. I’m not even sure I want to bother to sign up for it – not because I don’t want to take the challenge on, but because this isn’t really a business “blog” and I detest the word “blog” anyway which is why I refer to this as my journal. Also, they will probably bug me with e-mail reminders and I’m trying to reduce the crap that fills up my inbox so I kind of have a new rule where I don’t sign up for mailing lists anymore.
This is getting pretty boring, isn’t it? Normally I write something when I have a point I want to make or a concept to explore but today I’m writing because I said I would as part of this self-made challenge. There are plenty of juicy things I plan to write about but for some reason I started off the New Year with the most lame topic ever: Nothing. Seinfeld could totally pull off nothing but I’m not sure that I can.
To make this even worse for myself I like to add carefully though out images to my posts. It often takes me longer to deal with the image than it does to write the post. Crazy? No. Stupid, maybe.
Before I loose you completely I want to wish you a delightful New Year filled with rainbows and unicorns riding on balloons. I’m so grateful you’re reading this, really I am. You’re one of the main reasons I write. The other reason is because I have to, it’s just something I am compelled to do. It’s far more pleasant to write for a reader than it is to write for myself, however. So I’m glad you’re here.
I promise you the next few entries are going to be a helluva lot more fun. You’ll find out why I despise the month of December and who was lurking in the Indian restaurant bathroom! I might even give you some details on the upcoming novel that I haven’t touched in over a month. Bad, bad Laurie. I know.
Okay, I will leave you with that. Hugs and best wishes.