Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public.

— Winston Churchill

Did I Really Do That?

What was I thinking when I committed to 30 posts in 30 days? I’m quite certain I may have momentarily lost my mind, but a commitment is a commitment and I’m barreling down the runway ready to pull up the landing gear August 1st.

You can help me reach the goal. Is there something I’ve previously written about that you wish I’d follow up with more information? Do you have a miscellaneous question or prompt you want to throw at me, a soapbox you want to invite me to stand on…go ahead,  nothing’s off limits (I think) and you’d be providing sanity-saving medicine for this out-of-practice blogger.

Yes, this is a preemptive call for help.

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24 comments to Did I Really Do That?

  • Laura

    good luck my friend… ah yes the over-commital guilty complex promise… been away to log so you have taken a huge bite… now if this was a gi-normous bite of a brownie the only repruccussion would be a long walk, perhpas some sit-ups – but not this one… better buckle down bestest friend… as we all kow the ideas are just waiting to pop out of that pretty little head! LOVE YOU!

  • Tricia

    Laura Thanks for the love, but WAIT…that wasn’t a question!! Did you mean to ask…”Tricia, tell us how much you really love dark chocolate brownies?”

  • Shiela

    You could talk about how you won’t play tennis with you pal Shiela. About how those little pink tennis balls have stared at you and tortured your dogs and son who would surely love to play with them…