They’re not excuses, #genrethon. They’re reasons.
[clears throat]
To Whom It May Concern,
- I’m new
- I started late
- I woke up late
- I went to bed early
- I had to work
- I had to eat
- I was too ambitious
- I wasn’t ambitious enough
- I’m a slow reader
- I got stuff going on here
- There were too many words
- Ditto on the pages
- I had a stomach ache
- I had to watch Legends of Tomorrow
- I read at my own pace
- I wasn’t taking any shit from John Milton this week
Milton disapproves.
- Really, I was busy outlining my novel
- I can’t be expected to do everything around this place
- Psh, I read a variety of genres already
- Enough people finished #genrethon; they didn’t need me
- I’m much too valuable in my present capacity to spend time reading
- I was arguing with people about dinosaurs having feathers, and that took up some time
- I was too busy blogging about reading to read
- It’s not like once the week is over I can no longer read
- I wasn’t ready; preparedness is a prerequisite for victory
- Look, I don’t need some readathon to feel good about myself
- I can’t win ‘em all
- But mark my words, I’m going to win one
- I’m sorry, #genrethon
- The truth is
- I been downhearted, baby
- Ever since the day we met.
On words and up words,
Steven