She texted, from her humble abode on the west coast, “What do you think about you and I doing a 30-day stint on our blogs like we did before?”
“I could be enticed…”
“How about the month of July?”
“Might be super busy for me, but I can try.”
“No try. Do.” She was using Jedi logic on me. Shameless she is. “You know . . . we have fans. Just sayin’. We gotta give the people a little sumpin sumpin.”
Today is — what? — the 3rd? I’m a black and white kinda person, so yesterday I realized I missed posting on the 1st, and deemed the whole month a big fat failure. I tripped coming out of the gate, and now I’m just watching her hooves kick up the dirt.
I received another prompt this morning. “Not going to join me in the blog run?” After reading my texted excuses, she replied, “People need your wisdom and humor Lady!”‘
“I’m sure they think I’ve died.”
“It happens to all bloggers!”
Cue puzzled look. Death? Or writer’s block? I shrugged. Both, I guess. With no further adieu, here I am, quite alive and healthy as it turns out. If you’re up for it, I’ll be aiming for a 30-day . . . ummmm, make that 28-day, July challenge.
And if you care to check out the lead horse in this race, please follow the link to In Search of Whales