The 8th of the Month – the bane of my existence. A day dedicated to…nothing. Everything good and wholesome, sucked into the abyss of “The 8th” – nothing left but confusion, uncertainty, and the daft ramblings an organization obsessed blogger.
I’ve done well, haven’t I? You get your author interviews at the end of the month, a free book on the 1st, writer anecdotes on the 15th, and a writing prompt on the 22nd (yes, I missed last month’s prompt, but I had a good excuse).
That’s not the point, though. The point is that I started a pattern that I’m unable to complete! What happens on the 8th? Every seven days I’ve got a plan…but not on the 8th! Just say it out loud: “The 8th”. Doesn’t it sound ominous? Wicked? Taunting?
With no other ideas, with no decent suggestions, I’ve resigned myself to the fate of The 8th – me. That’s right, you heard me. I’m hearby declaring the 8th as My Day – whatever the heck I want, it’s going up. Maybe you’ll get my favorite recipe, or maybe I’ll treat you to the smooth, lyrical stylings of my four year-old niece. Of course you might just get the ramblings of a lunatic, but I’ll try to keep my husband off the computer. It’ll be fun to see what each month brings, won’t it?
So there it is – a tribute to me, by me, for me. We’ll see how long this lasts.
Question: What do you do when you’re stuck and can’t find a writing topic?