I think I’m gonna try this NaBloPoMo thing. I think. Maybe.
(NaBloPoMo = National Blog Posting Month. I’m already really tired of typing that, so maybe I should just shorten it to NBPM.)
It all started when I saw WP’s The Daily Post about it, and I thought, Hey. November is almost here. I’d kinda like to be a writer. I’m unemployed outside the home and I enjoy typing in my pajamas. And I don’t have a newborn this year! And that was all I had to hear of my own voice before I convinced myself to take the plunge. Although I totally should have done it last year when I did have a newborn, and I could have pledged to type all– wait, how many days in November? Only 30! Yaaaasss! –all 30 days one-handed whilst breastfeeding. Now that would have been impressive.
And I’ve gone and announced my intentions publicly, so now I’m really on the hook. Once I stop to think about what I’ve gone and done, this should be interesting. And by interesting I mean I might fail, because I only have about two ideas for blog posts, and I plan to travel (read: fly) back to California for Thanksgiving with my walking-like-crazy toddler (pray for me, y’alls, pray for me) and so I may miss a few days here and there. Or, my perfectionist self will yell, FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION!, so determined not to miss a day, I’ll be forced to attempt to use the WP app to post a frantic picture of myself wanting to melt into the terminal floor and die at the airport. You won’t want to miss it.
Get ready for 30 days of run-on sentences!! I can’t wait.