I keep seeing all these tweets with the #b03 hashtag. Kicked off by Steve Hopkins, it is challenging people to write anywhere on the web, once every day for the entire month of March.

I definitely wouldn’t count myself as a bandwagon whore; infact I usually head the other way from the school of fish all swimming in the same direction. But considering this one could get me to start writing again, I’m jumping onboard before it whizzes past me and leaves a trail of dust.

I haven’t been writing because it’s just been too darn frustrating due to the serious fog that needs clearing in my brain. I’m hoping that reforming a habit of writing regularly, may just create a blower effect. Fingers crossed.

I can’t really do much work. And I fear my school is going to get an application for a leave of absence anytime soon. So for the remainder of March, I’m going to focus on what I love best – the every day bloody rippers that make us smile, even when we have serious brain fog…. and life could otherwise suck.

This challenge could either go two ways:

1. I’m not one to give up, but this is going to be a tough task. What would normally take five minutes will take 30. What I normally do with ease, will be blended with a whole lot of frustration. I’ve already written a swarm of fish instead of school. I’ll have to edit, re-edit, cross things out and start all over again. It’s like all my filing cabinets filled with words have been relocated. I’m hoping the removalist brings them back soon. There’s some important data in there. If it all gets too frustrating, I’ll have no option but to jump off the bandwagon, do a roll and tumble, shake off the dirt and head off to find something else to do.
2. Second option is to persevere. I began this blog when I needed to focus on the positive after some big fat skeleton popped out of a closet. From someone who has written since she was five, I have already accepted, that little of what I write this month will be up for any big award. Probably none of it. So the option to just keep on writing, no matter if it’s simply a word, is still a commitment to the challenge.

What could be worst than a bandwagon whore for a month? Thinking I can’t write and abandoning two things that turn me on: writing and bloody rippers? Or not giving something a go, even if you fail.

So I’ve drawn my habit calendar and by the end of March, I’m looking for one big straight line from 03 to 31.

In my life, it’s never been about laying down and giving up, no matter how fucking hard things get. And this time around, it’s not even about putting on the boxing gloves and fighting my way through. It’s about acknowledging there is a problem Houston, and doing my best to go with it, as best I can.

So I am blasting off into the #b03 challenge.

I always thought it was a good idea to make friends with your enemies.

What could be better than trying to get them on your side.

You bloody ripper!