It feels strange to think that we're into the second week of the writing challenge, but it is true. I guess my report is that I'm surviving the challenge relatively well. Words haven't completely quit me yet, so there must be something working for my good here. The other truth is that while I've found words each day, they haven't always come easily. For instance, right now. I nearly forgot that I have a plan to slice every day. When it dawned on me that I hadn't written a slice of life yet, disappointment settled in somewhat. I wished so hard that I could just go to sleep. Who cares if you don't do the challenge every single day? It's not that big of a deal. Right?
Wrong. I care if I do the challenge. I care because I know that I become a better writer when I push myself and participate in other people's writing challenges. So, you might say it's a pretty big deal—even if no one else can see why.