Once again, I find myself staring at my computer with only 30 minutes until the Slice of Life deadline.
Do I have any idea what I am going to write about tonight, NO.
Do I even know where to begin writing, NO.
Do I even want to write this slice, NOPE!
I do know how I will feel in six hours if I wake knowing I didn’t slice – –
frustrated . . .
discouraged . . .
If I spend the next 20 minutes complaining about writing, will it count as a slice?
If I simply write about how much I despise this challenge, will it count as a slice?
If I write something about nothing, will it count as a slice?
Tonight, my 20 minutes of writing about nothing and complaining about how much I despise this challenge will count as a slice.
Slice of Life, we are in a love-hate relationship.
As much as I hate the challenge, I love the satisfaction of hitting the ‘Publish’ button!