Well, I guess we’ve all resorted to the odd excuse from time to time. When I searched the internet for excuses, I found a lot of very creative and bizarre ones…
But hang on a minute. Life’s always a good deal stranger than fiction, and as someone who has actually managed to lock herself inside the house, I’m horrified to find that if I’d done it on a work day, I might have featured on one of those Worst Excuses lists. And anyone who knows me, will understand that the words I got lost are ultimately believeable when they fall from my lips. Having maps on my phone – and more to the point an indicator of where I happen to be on said map – has been one of those technology boons that really have changed my life.
Back to excuses. What happens if the dog actually does eat your homework? I imagine it’s not unheard of, but if that happened to you then it would be tempting to come up with something more credible. And there are those odd occasions when it’s very tough to find one compelling reason why we can’t face the world. We just can’t. The idea of ‘duvet days’ – one day a year when you can stay home without giving a reason – may not be workable in some professions, but it does allow for those times.
I suppose that the bad press which excuses get stems from a belief that they automatically aren’t true – which is fair enough because some of them aren’t. But since I’m a writer, I feel justified in splitting hairs here – because my dictionary says that an excuse is an attempt to justify something. Which implies that there are just as many good excuses out there as bad ones.
But perhaps the most weird and wonderful excuses that I make, are the ones I make to myself. What will I do if I fail? What will I do if I succeed? Used in tandem, these two cover pretty much every eventuality 🙂 In hindsight, the day that I ran out of excuses for not making a concerted effort to be published was a Very Good Day.
As I’ve got older and (arguably) wiser, I’ve given up on excuses. Sorry, I can’t do that/be there is enough. That doesn’t mean I can’t offer a reason why, but I don’t need to go into an intricate chain of events which has somehow made something impossible. On the other hand, though, a really good excuse is something to treasure. Children’s inventive minds come up with some real winners. And as romance readers, which of us can fault …but I was unexpectedly carried off by a prince to spend the weekend in his gorgeous mountain retreat…
Do you have a favourite (or non-favourite) excuse?
And just to finish off, my current duo (Rescued by Dr Rafe and Saved by the Single Dad) is full of people not being where they’re supposed to be. And they all have the very best of excuses.