Ready, Set, Uh-Oh …
So … I’m wondering what exactly I’ve gotten myself into. But Denise’s enthusiasm is catching and I couldn’t find myself saying no.
For those of you just tuning in, I am a member of, (cue trumpets), The Challenge of the Badgers. Denise’s brainchild — my stupidity with the name. So what is it? Basically the premise is pretty simple. We each keep a blog tracking our writing progress as we write and then attempt to publish something. But it’s really more than that. It’s also a support network where we can encourage one another. I have to say, the idea was pretty darn amazing. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to this insanity.
Besides, it’s probably a good thing. I am, without a doubt, a procrastinating keener. Perhaps a little accountability will be the push I need.
My new years resolution was to write an hour a day — or at least 5 hours a week. Sometimes my job makes things a challenge.
I’ve been really bad lately. Although, I suppose, I could argue that all the role playing at Sylvan Hollow is a form of writing.
For instance, tonight Ainsley, one of my characters, had a meltdown on the beach. And I feel a little guilty about it, because it reminds me of another character — tomorrow I will finish the final chapter of Nowhere to Hide. I think once it’s done as a sims story I will go back and rework it. A part of me is debating changing it to first person. But, who knows.
As for the badger thing. Haha. I figure I should explain it in case other people decide to start reading this.
Well it goes back to when my Dell laptop died. (It was a traumatic weekend). The same morning there was an article in the paper about badgers in Iraq. The locals thought that the British had brought them to attack them — despite what local scientists and media told them. It was like reading an Aesop fable, people interviewed talked about seeing badgers eat their cows — one woman claimed one tapped her on the shoulder in the middle of the night and woke her up. That’s right, badgers will eat your cow and then wake you up to tell you about it. For some reason this thought amused me endlessly.
So as I waited on hold — I loathe call centers — I told my family that if the person was unhelpful I would yell, “There’s a badger behind you!” and hang up.
I’ve shared this story with many people and it’s become a running joke. Hence the name of the challenge.
