I’m almost 2/3 of the way through NaBloPoMo. I thought it would be harder. But maybe it’s because I realized a couple of things early on.
Blogging is much easier for me than working on my creative writing. Since I’ve been blogging about my life for the last 9 years (on Livejournal up until I started posting here), sitting down and writing about what’s on my mind isn’t something new.
A deadline is a beautiful thing. Over the summer, I started to feel like I didn’t have something to say. Then when I did, I felt like I had to get every word right. So I’d start drafts and never post them. But with a daily deadline, I had to accept that sometimes I just have to write something, edit it and post it. I have always been a bit of a perfectionist, so having a deadline to make me stop obsessing about achieving perfection has been freeing.
Of course, I’m lucky. If I have no idea what to write about, my kids usually say something ridiculous.
When this month is over, I doubt I’ll blog daily. Probably Monday through Friday. But at least it’s shown me that I am capable of making myself sit down and write even when I don’t feel like it. And it gives me hope that I can apply it to creative writing and really make some headway there.
And looking back on it, I learned that I have so many interests I probably seem a little crazy. Just look at it this way, at least I’ll always have something to talk with you about.
Day 19 of NaBloPoMo