30DW2-2 Day 13: Unintended

Lucky 13.

Still 15 days to go.

Damn it to hell I don't know if I'm going to make it.

When Nicky invited my to participate in this little exercise my answer was purely unintended.

I meant to say no.

No thank you, Nicky.

I'm burned out, Nicky.

I'm wasted.

I haven't got any ideas.

I haven't got any energy.

I'm dead.

I'm still recovering from Ziva's infernal 30 Damn Days of Photographs.

I've just had pneumonia and spent 5 days in the hospital.

Leave me alone.

But you guys know Nicky.

Just how does one say "no" to Nicky?

So I said yes.

And that was unintended.

So away we went.

Cheesy.

Hold On.

And the next thing I knew I was in the flow of things. I wrote a couple of posts several days in advance and I was off.

Keeping pace.

Coming up with posts for the prompts.

And that was unintended.

Look at me now, ma.

No hands.

Well something like that.

Who knew that I'd actually be thanking Nicky (and Mike) for getting me going again.

For making me think.

For making me write.

That was unintended.

Be sure and wander over to We Work For Limburger Cheese Spread where Nicky hangs out and see what everyone else intended to write about unintended today.