I’m pretty lucky if I manage to blog once a week. Twice? That’s cause for celebration. Seven times? Well, that’s downright insane, unimaginable.
Until today. Somehow I made it to Day 8 of BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), a challenge to bloggers to post daily throughout the month of November. I’m one of 1,833 bloggers who signed up for November’s NaBloPoMo, and I can’t help but wonder how the others are holding up. Are they out of ideas yet? I sure feel as if I am. I mean, the election was great fodder for a few days, but what’s next?
Daily life around here really isn’t all that exciting. Not that I’m complaining; I like my routine. It’s just not always easy to find something interesting to write about during a busy week, when one day runs into the next and the last thing you want to do at the end of the evening is sit down in front of the computer and try to be clever.
So I’m giving up just a little today. There will be no cleverness. No wit. No humor. I don’t even have a photo or a quote to post. It’s Thursday, and I’m spent, so I’m writing about blogging (lame).
But I’m still here, NaBloPoMo. I may not be saying much of anything today, but I’m writing anyway. And for a 20-year veteran copy editor who has trouble posting without multiple edits and rewrites, hitting the “publish” button on the first go-around is quite a feat. It’s downright terrifying.
It’s OK, though, right? I’ve got 22 more days to be interesting, succinct and grammatically correct. I’m sure I’ll think of something.
So how are all my fellow NaBloPoMoers doing? Are you used to blogging daily, or is this as crazy for you as it is for me? I would love to hear your thoughts.
I started my blog as an online baby book of sorts. I set out to post a picture each day with a short description. That lasted two months.
Once I forgave myself for failing to meet my goal, I settled into publishing several times a week.
Then, in April, I pledged to blog every day for Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month. I had to come up with thirty different posts that focused on what autism is and what it looked like in our household.
Even though for NaBloPoMo I’ve pledged to blog every day about something I’m thankful for, it has been a piece of cake compared to the writing I did in April. But at the end of that month, I felt like I learned so much and taught some others a few things, too.
What a great learning experience for you and your readers! I admire you for sticking with it. Maybe having a cause made it easier to stay dedicated.
What a fabulous love story. I met Big Yankee at a bar too!
Love it! We’re living proof that you CAN find love in a bar, right? 🙂
Oh my goodness I am scrapping the bottom of the barrel!
I’m relieved to here such a seasoned writer like yourself is encountered road blocks too (or blogging blocks? I feel like someone should copyright that and market it….). I normally blog weekly about whatever novel I’m reading, and then try to post another time with a blurb of creative non-fiction…I used to edit as much as I wrote…ha! The only drivel that seems like I can pound out consistently is ranting about the weather? Could I *be* any more Canadian?? And this month I just feel like my brain has been so full and scattered of so much noise…It’s exhausting trying to commit to one shard to hammer out in a post…Ah well…I’m taking some long overdue time to visit my random rowmies (hello there 🙂 ) and it is proving inspiring 🙂
Also, I love Jeff Buckley – soooooooo much. It was the first vinyl I ever purchased and was totally gutted to learn of his death (I “discovered” him too late – 2003). Very jealous you (almost) saw him…sounds like you came away with something much more valuable though 🙂
Best of luck with the next 19 days!! We are coming up on halfway!
I am sitting here right now, pulling my hair out trying to think of something to say. Why is this so hard? I guess that’s why they call it a challenge, eh?
Re: Jeff Buckley…I did finally get to see him live at the Metro in Chicago. It was outstanding. Not a dry eye in the house when he sang “Hallelujah.” Well, at least my girlfriends and I were all crying. I still can’t believe he’s gone.
Good luck to you over the next 19 days too, Katie. Thanks for stopping by, random rowmie.