Brainstorming ideas for week 61 of the Trifecta Writing Challenge is a real bitch.
I don't know where to begin. Is it cold feet? Lack of inspiration? Awareness that these ramblings may actually be read by someone other than my mother?
They say the first time's a bitch. Man, does that hold true here.
I looked to the writings posted by the regulars, the over-achievers, the authors, the been-there, done-that crowd. That only threw more of a wrench in this bitch of a mess I'm making here. They're composed. Polished. Confident in their fiction voices and characters.
(I stopped reading after four samples so it's possible someone posted something less amazing. But I doubt it.)
Me? I'm simply a girl that blogs about what strikes her. Confident in MY voice and MY character.
But all the rest? Who knows? Can I write fiction worthy of reading (by someone other than my mother)? Am I more poetic than Dr. Seuss (who would have rhymed 'bitch' with 'stitch')?
I'm still figuring it all out. And it's a bitch.