I thought maybe after last year she wouldn't do this silly challenge again. I mean, she wrote, like what, 3 whole days?
And seriously. She didn't write for months!
I loved it!
But then she started again in this little book. Not very much at first, so I was OK with it. But now, she's writing like EVERY DAY! What's up with that?
I'm 9 1/2 now (almost 10!) and Mom and I retired a few years ago. But we both work once in a while. I still have to chase that dang squirrel and a neighborhood cat from the yard. And that man that comes snooping around the house every day, well, I keep him away too.
Mom told me the other day that she was going to do this challenge again. I guess it's OK. After all, now that we've retired, we have a little more time for things. And if she writes in the morning, at least I'll get to sleep a little longer!
Do you suppose she'll actually finish the month this time?
I'm Chloe, by the way, and this blog should be about me.
But it's not.
I quit writing.
And then, my fingers began to itch. They wanted the feel of a pen betweent them.
My ears longed to hear the scritch of a pen across the page, or the click of the keyboard as I blogged.
So, I started scribbling in a little notebook that was just the right size.
A couple of blog posts slid in there too.
But I wasn't sure about the March challenge.
Then, suddenly, I was.
And here I am.
I'm Deb. Welcome to Coffee With Chloe.