No Hwel

Ja well no fine, as we Seffricans say...

Apparently I am not up to the challenge of writing every day. I either get interrupted and lose whatever I was busy with or have a singular lack of inspiration, unlike Hwel in Sir Terry Pratchett's Wyrd Sisters, who has the inspiration for every movie, stage or TV show sleeting through the atmosphere into his brain, and can hardly manage to fit all the bits into his scripts, much like his creator. 

It was a very sad day for the literary world when the great man was visited by another of his creations, Death, the Grim Reaper.

We have a new world in which we have no more PTerry books to look forward to! In the words of Death: OH BUGGER!

I shall have to adapt my own challenge to fit my lack of discipline, since merely writing appears to be enough of a challenge for me. As long as it happens occasionally. More than once a week... However forgiving and slap-dash this may sound, the original challenge was not intended to become a chore, since chore rhymes with bore, like homework when one hates the subject. 

I have now started using the blogger app on my iPad, rather than online on the PC, in the hopes that I don't get side-tracked by links to interesting bits on the Web, as is another bad habit of mine 😁. Actually, it's debatable whether that is a bad or a good habit, since my tendency to follow branch lines in my train of thought or online reading led to my researching further education far enough to get my Masters - an example of what happens to homework when one is interested in the subject matter. Fifteen pages of references attests to this!