The first slice is always the hardest, I think. There is this uncanny pressure to write something profound when embarking on the month-long journey.
I don't really have anything though. I have barely written anything in several months in comparison to how much I am used to writing, so this every day thing is truly intimidating to me. Maybe it will help me get out of this shell I've crawled into. Either that, or I will truly hate my life come May.
I say May because directly following Slice of Life Month is National Poetry Month. I seriously don't know how I'm going to make it. I just don't have the words right now. I've been feeling a new energy coming about though, so maybe it will all work out. Things usually do.
But all of this is a first world problem, so I will survive. I will write and will survive. Plain and simple.
Now, I just need to think of some ideas for what to write tomorrow!