1. I can't write today. No one has any clean clothes to wear.
2. My horses need riding. (I love this one.)
3. We need food in this house. I mean, how can I write if I don't have anything to eat?
Now I admit that number two is my most favorite excuse. But I have learned that when I am riding one of my horses, I'm thinking. About my stories. Things are coming together in my head, so in a way, I am writing.
But the other two are just, well, lamo! Trust me! I'd much rather write than wash clothes. But I think I make this excuse because I'm afraid. Afraid to write the beginning. Afraid of the middle. Afraid to reach The End.
I have declared every Monday through Friday for the rest of the year, No Excuses Can Be Heard, holiday. I'll let you know how it goes. This simply means that I write early morning after exercising and before homeschool. Something. Anything. If it's only 100 words, then so be it. At least I have something to show for it. And if there is anytime left after supper and family time then I write then too.
So tell me. What are your excuses?