Well, for some reason, I just could give a damn about writing in my blog, tonight--I feel a bit weird, and mysteriously depressed, today. Nothing I can really put my finger on, mind, just..a bit..off.
I've developed a twitch in my bad (right) eye, the one that I'm very marginally blind in..not sure what that is about. Not a bad twitch, just a several times during the day, I was having trouble seeing out of it. Might be just this cold that wants to start, but I'm managing to beat off, so far.
Wrote story number 40 tonight--a somewhat moronic Dr Who story...in my present funk, it's a wonder I was able to write anything. I wanted it to be funny, but it was just..stupid. Oh well. At least I wrote SOMETHING for day 40.
I'm not sure why I even decided to do this--now I'm stuck with it, and must see it through, of course, but it is a bit wearing, having to commit to writing a "fresh" story each day--my feeling is that if written in advance, this would hardly be a "challenge"--which is what it's meant to be. I mean, I'm very obviously not going after the Guiennes Book of World's Records for Drabble writing, but on the same token, the words "writer's challenge" wouldn't hold much meaning--in my mind--if the stories were all written well in advance of each day's blog entry. At least, that's how I feel.
I've not had a donation or new sponsor for Accord, in several weeks, so I have come to the realization that I'm getting all I'm going to get, so I've stopped asking for sponsors, and am just concentrating on writing the stories. I tried using my naf journalism skills to write a press release (I got an A- in my Public Relations class, but you'd never know it), but most of them got rejected, so I put a halt to that. I get, as a rule, less than 10 views a day--and okay. It's done all it can do, so I'm just cranking out stories for the next 60 days and acknowledging that I've gone as far as I can go with it. And, that's okay. I mean, I'm just one woman, sitting alone in my tiny apartment--usually after night shift is done, writing these daft little stories--and maybe, if one or two people a week, just visit Accord's website, then that's fine. At least I'm not just sitting here, petting a cat and playing cribbage on the computer, or re-watching Dr Who for the umteenth time (not that I mind that, ha-ha)...maybe that the best I can ever hope for...I don't know. But...no whinging, no complaints from me. I'm very grateful for my friend's support and caring, and that makes it all worth while.
But some days--or rather, usually, nights/mornings...I admit, I do dread having to think of a story to write. I'm only human.
"Tell me a story, Master?"
Hey, Nancy,
) the donations are just in a bit of a lull period, but it'll pick up again, I'm sure. Hey, I'm proud of you - you're doing something that I'd never have the discipline to see through even to the point you're at now...and what's more you're doing a great job of it!
Don't think it's all for nothing. I meant what I said in my PM. These little stories have been immensely enjoyable and the fact that you're still able to think of things to write, let alone keeping them as fresh and new as they are, is a great achievement. I'm sure you'll have made some more for Accord by the time you reach 100 (stories that is
Sorry to see you're a little down, but hope this little *hug* helps lift your spirits
Gary xx