So, on October 31st I read a post from one of my new blog best friends (this making friends via blog is an entirely new concept for me--loving it!) who participates in the NaBloPoMo. Don't worry, I had to look it up too...the only thing it brought to my mind was the string of substitute expletives I like to use when dealing with UPS. As it turns out, it stands for National Blog Posting Month, which is apparently going on as we speak! The NaBloPoMo challenge: pronunciation. I dare you to try and pronounce that string of letters. It almost brings Russian to mind. But not quite. Second (and actual) challenge: write a blog post every day for the month of November.
I'm not a quick one to jump on the commitment bandwagon, so I was a bit reticent to declare any intentions of participation. I decided to try blogging for two days in a row and see how it went.
Answer: I did NOT want to write anything tonight.
I've always loved writing. When I was in the 4th grade I was selected to attend a writing conference at the nearby university and promptly came home, convinced I would be a great author, and set up a writing station where I could get allow my creativity to really flow. This "station" happened to be in our basement storage room on a TV tray. I emptied out my neon green Kindergarten binder...I was so over that child's play...and filled it with empty sheets of paper. After writing one horror story for a competition sponsored by the Goosebumps series author, and NOT winning, I moved along in my ambitions. Like I said, commitment isn't always my forte.
Despite the fact that I did not pursue said career as renowned author, my fascination with words never went away. But where I like to write varies. Occasionally that might be for the masses. Meaning my 8 followers...thank you family! But in my life I have also found that writing often equivocates to cheap therapy. Translation: journal. Somehow putting thoughts onto paper frees my mind up enough to see them in a different light. But even when I write for myself I'm inconsistent. And that's something I'd like to change.
So I'll start by declaring my intentions and commitment here in the public arena. Here with Day 3 of NaBloPoMo. Committing myself to write, to clutter up your feeds, and to see if somewhere along the way forcing myself to use my words helps me rediscover them.
I'm not a quick one to jump on the commitment bandwagon, so I was a bit reticent to declare any intentions of participation. I decided to try blogging for two days in a row and see how it went.
Answer: I did NOT want to write anything tonight.
I've always loved writing. When I was in the 4th grade I was selected to attend a writing conference at the nearby university and promptly came home, convinced I would be a great author, and set up a writing station where I could get allow my creativity to really flow. This "station" happened to be in our basement storage room on a TV tray. I emptied out my neon green Kindergarten binder...I was so over that child's play...and filled it with empty sheets of paper. After writing one horror story for a competition sponsored by the Goosebumps series author, and NOT winning, I moved along in my ambitions. Like I said, commitment isn't always my forte.
Despite the fact that I did not pursue said career as renowned author, my fascination with words never went away. But where I like to write varies. Occasionally that might be for the masses. Meaning my 8 followers...thank you family! But in my life I have also found that writing often equivocates to cheap therapy. Translation: journal. Somehow putting thoughts onto paper frees my mind up enough to see them in a different light. But even when I write for myself I'm inconsistent. And that's something I'd like to change.
So I'll start by declaring my intentions and commitment here in the public arena. Here with Day 3 of NaBloPoMo. Committing myself to write, to clutter up your feeds, and to see if somewhere along the way forcing myself to use my words helps me rediscover them.
YES! Do It! That way we can hear more from you!
ReplyDeleteIf it's any consolation,I'm making another stab at NaNoWriMo (I think Jeremy Frank is, too!) - so while I won't be posting regularly, I will be writing...and feeling the same pain when the words don't come easily.
Yay for writing! Remember, quantity, not quality! ;-)
I've never tried NaBloPoMo yet. Maybe next time.:)
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