30 excuses for failing picowrimo (or any other writing challenge)

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1.The champagne leaked, so we had to finish the bottle.
 

2. The dog didn't eat it (it's not homework, it's voluntary), but he did eat my favourite pencil.

3. By the time I'd sharpened all available replacement pencils, I'd sprained my wrist.

4. And my speech recognition software hates my accent.

5. The cat sat on the keyboard of my laptop.

6. I COULDN'T COMPLETE MY QUOTA FOR THE DAY WITH THE CAPS LOCK KEY STUCK. IT FELT TOO MUCH LIKE SHOUTING.

7. My speech recognition software can't cope with raised voices.

8. My Muse fell into the fishtank and drowned.

9. Or was eaten by guppies.

10. What I succeeded in fishing out was limp and ragged and made feeble demands for a decent burial.

11. Do you know how long it takes to bury your Muse?

12. It took all morning to pick out the casket.

13. Then I had to choose the flowers. And the hymns.

14. I spent an entire day off with the fairies.

15. When the aliens came, I was first to be abducted.

16. During their mad experiments, they removed the source of my inspiration.

17. And my memories.

18. And mya bill itty too rite In--

19. I lost my mindmap. (I lost my mind, too, but that hardly matters.)

20. I saw the light regarding operating systems and had to replace my current paid-for OS with something a little more open.

21. Then I had to try out all the editing software.

22. OpenOffice ate my docx files.

23. I discovered a sudden urge to spring clean the closets, the house, the entire neighbourhood.

24. I takes an awful long time to count how many pixels you've used each day. So I thought I'd write an app for that.

25. I found a really friendly writing community and was so entranced by other folk's writings that I forgot to work on my own.

26. I found a really friendly writing community and the works of mind-blowing genius I saw posted there, made me run away and hide.

27. My imagination is the anti-TARDIS: smaller on the inside than it appears from the outside.

28. 50,000 words a day may have been a trifle ambitious.

29. Cthulhu ate my homeworkbrains.

30. We drank the champagne on the 1st. So I had nothing to celebrate with when I succeeded.