The picture is a distraction, a feeble excuse to explain why my 100 day writing challenge isn't farther along than it is. A couple of writing friends and I decided to do a 100 day challenge. One of us took the idea and decided to try and write every day. I knew that would just lead to disappointment so I thought I would record my "writerly" activities for 100 days. So far I have written 32 out of a possible 54 days. That makes 59%. If I were to hark back to my teaching career when evaluating students, I would have to say my % is disappointing. I'm not failing but neither am I excelling. It also means that 41% of the time, I didn't write. I have excuses- we were away for a few days, I had my grand kids for a visit, I had to teach that day. Some of the excuses are legit. Others not so much. I'm hoping that revealing myself like this might prod me into action. But it might not. Maybe it'll give you a chuckle.
By the way, the hounds and I are in the Great Sand Hills in Saskatchewan. I often use them as excuses for not getting things done, too.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.