Several years ago my husband and I did shelter care, which is temporary foster care while the courts try and make decisions in regard for the children. It was fun, very hard, and most of our neighbors at the time could not understand why we were doing it. We were living in our first home, we had two little kids, and yet we'd take these other children in and make about $20 a day to do it. Why? The answer I gave, and truly the motivation for our doing it, was because we'd been so blessed and felt we needed to create our own challenges before someone else does. That sounds masochistic or overly romantic--I'm not sure which--and we ended up only doing it for about five months before I became pregnant and we were unable to continue, but we learned a lot--all because we felt the need to create a challenge.
And here I am, accepting Tristi's Book In a Month Challenge, and creating another challenge in my life. Quite frankly, I'm scared. I hate failing, and I've tried this before and within a week gave it up, and yet I'm here again, only this time I think it's possible for me to make it work. For one thing, the book is more than halfway done, I'm not creating a book from scratch. For another thing, I NEED to finish it, and for one final thing--what's life if not completely overwhelming? If I'm not crying my eyes out once a month because I'm overloaded, I'm crying my eyes out because I'm being stagnant. Okay, those are both exaggerations--I'm not a crier--but I think you get the point. Life is hard, writing is hard, deadlines are hard, so what? Do it anyway (we'll see how I feel if I really do end up in tears and give it up)
Anyway, it begins today and I'm excited. I just have to get my house caught up and stop this infernal blogging so I can get my 1,000 written today.