January 3rd: No Prompt?
There does not appear to be a prompt for January 3rd. How does that make you feel?
Today is the 5th of May, and I am trying to catch up on a 4 months of missed daily prompts. This is a Herculean task. There’s no way I will accomplish it. No way I’m going to write something for 124 missed days.
It’ll take weeks, and even if I had started Postaday on January 1st, I would have lost interest before weeks had passed. This is a stupid idea. And no one going to read any of this, ever. Especially not me!
I’ve gone to the Postaday website and copied a whole bunch of prompts, but this one, for the 3rd, is missing. I don’t know why. I don’t know if it was never there or if it was and got deleted by accident. I could do some sleuthing, read the blog entries of people who HAVE been doing Postaday since January 1st, see if they wrote something on the 3rd. In fact, maybe I will. Maybe I will once I’ve written the other 123 back entries.
I’ve bitten off WAY more than I can chew. This is ludicrous. I never finish ANYTHING. Okay, fine, I DID finish the Blogging University April class. But that was ONE entry per day, and nothing on weekends. I actually have it in my head that I’m going towrite SEVEN per day until I catch up!
Why? Is there a part of me that wants to punish me for bad behavior? Like when a dad catches his son sneaking a cigarette, and makes him smoke the whole pack? Am I trying to humiliate myself? Do I need hit the bottom so I can rebuild myself as a writer?
Maybe. I want to write this stupid book, the one I’ll probably mention again and again, the spy novel with the robot assassin. Am I encumbering myself with this stupidly impossible endeavor to avoid admitting I can’t write novels, I just can’t, give Stephen Hawking a pole-vaulters pole and he’ll do better than I do at novel writing?
How does it make me FEEL that there’s no prompt for today? I don’t know, relieved, I guess, that I don’t have to write anything if I don’t want to.