Our little 30 day extravaganza of posting a piece a day kind of wore me out. I feel like I've been through the wringer.
But I suppose it could have been worse.
I would have been really pressed, for instance, to partake in a 30 Days of The Wringer exercise.
What about Cheesy Mike's idea for 30 Days of Cats?
Me, I'd have to draw the line at that. Or the feline, I guess.
Or what if we had to write about horses for 30 days? I don't know if I could rein that topic in.
Or movies, or TV shows? I guess I'd have to screen my content before I posted those stories.
Or post pictures of rubenesque models. Ha! Fat chance!
I might see my way clear to write a post about Nicky a day for 30 days. There's lots that's very interesting about her. Like how she doesn't make fun of her family on her blog. Or her stiletto heel collection.
And speaking of Nicky, I'm sure she'd be able to cover 30 Days of Cheese. If she worked it right.
I could do Cheese-Whiz and Cheetos but that's only 2 days. What would I do after that? I don't think I could spread myself out for 30 days.
How about 30 Days of Food. Maybe I could swallow that. I'd be sure to devote one day to how much I hate peas.
Or 30 Days of Dessert. Could I carry off such a confection?
Or 30 Days of Deserts, maybe. But I'm wandering.
How about 30 Days of Hats? I don't know if I could sustain that for 30 days. I'd be afraid of peaking too early.
I know there's one topic I won't be covering off. 30 Days of Sausage.
You see, it really could have been wurst!
And this, thank the Lord is the LAST post in the series 30 Days of Writing hosted by our favourite sadist Nicky at We Work For Cheese. Hop on over and check out her linky thingy and see how the rest of our blogger buddies brought their series to a close.