“Hey, dear. I am going to be participating in a 31-day writing challenge during the month of March,” I mention casually to my husband over coffee a few weekends ago. “Oh, this will be perfect.” My husband replies. “You can write and I can watch basketball.”
This will be perfect. I can write, while he indulges in endless games of college basketball. I will have ample time to myself for indulging in self-reflection, crafting fun, entertaining writing pieces.
He might be experiencing March Madness as a spectator, but I am actually living a March Madness.
It is maddening to have so much to say, but nothing to write. It is down-right torturous to come up with good-quality writing, when nothing is coming to me. How do I craft a piece of writing when I can’t even piece together the thoughts in my mind.
Coming up with good-quality writing is my March Madness.