Writing is Hard

"Let's start a blog challenge," we said.

"First one to skip a week buys lunch," we said.

"It'll be fun...
Wait...
I don't think we said that.

No. We definitely didn't say that. We knew it wouldn't be fun. We knew it would be hard. Because writing is hard. And because even though we both love it, we both avoid it. Because it's hard. And maybe even torturous.

So here I sit writing a blog entry at 10:15 on Sunday night because we set Sunday at midnight as the cutoff for the week. Writing may be hard, but apparently buying lunch is worse.

Topics I considered through the course of the week (but never actually wrote about):

• Writing (and why it is so hard)
• My next letter to Heaven
• Lent (and my plan of attack)
• Foster parenting
• Cheetos (someday I'm going to write an ode) 
• A Mema story 

There you have it. It's a good list, and none of them got written. Maybe next week. There's always next week.

For now...

Barbara Wells, this counts. Nighty night.