I don’t know what I was thinking when I pledged to write 1700 words every day during November. I was coming off my Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop and really thought I could do it.

I can’t. I can’t write 1700 words a day.

I’ve got too many other things going on that need to be addressed NOW, that by the time I get to writing for myself I’m pooped.

I know, I need to make it a priority.

It’s funny because both kids are out of the house, I don’t have the ex husband to deal with anymore, both of my parents have passed away and no one needs me to take care of them – except the dogs and cats – and still I have no time.

I got more writing done when my kids were little and demanding my time, my ex was dragging my ass to court every other week and my mother was getting kicked out yet another nursing home.

I don’t know how I did it.

Actually I do. I enjoyed writing, I got up in the morning and looked forward to writing and visiting other writers blogs to read what they had written. No one writes anymore, everyone hangs out on Facebook and the magic is gone.

Also, when I come to my blog to write I get hit with all kinds of technical things behind the scenes that need dealing with. Currently I have some PHP error and honestly I have no idea how to deal with that and don’t want to take the time to learn how to deal with it.

That seems to be a problem with everything these days for me. I have to relearn how to do things that used to be relatively simple – things that used to be easy to use like a blog or other software have become more complicated.

I can’t write 1700 words a day, every day, but I can attempt to write each day. At least each day in November, maybe not including the day before, during and after Thanksgiving because I’m hosting this year (like every year).

That’s the best I can do for now.