Wanna hear a secret?
I'm not enjoying this NaBloPoMo thing as much as I thought I would. There, I said it.
It's a wonderful exercise, to write something every day, but the point of it is not only to write, but to write something worth reading. And reading back through my November posts, I can see the tone of my voice is a bit shrill and squashed in places. Not so attractive.
I suppose I could just be getting used to the discipline of it, of the writing every day, of trying to present my life in tidy heaps of words, but the contrast of some of my NaBloPo stuff to a well-thought out, few-days-mulled-over post is striking. Where is the humor?
What will I do?
Well, I signed up, and I mean to complete the month. I think I will take a page from Lala and begin paper journaling, sorting out the good, the bad, the disgustingly cutesy, the boring (seriously, two days of narrating that health conference? Someone needs to tell me when I'm boring and pedantic!) and re-writing posts until my inner voice can giggle and agree that what I commit to this blog....well, that it's me.
Because that is the point - to be me. A month of me, not this hurried person.
And I'm kind of looking forward to December.
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On another point, Miss R has gotten out of bed and wandered downstairs to cuddle with me and read a book three times. The crib is no barrier now.
After three times of leading her upstairs and putting her to bed, I just sat down on the stairs and waited. First, a thump! then the sound of feet pittering across the floor. The door creaked open slowly.
"Back to bed, Rosemary" I said, trying to sound stern.
'Aaaah!' she squeaked in surprise, slammed the door, and pitter-thumped her way back in the crib.
We'll see if I end up having a visitor tonight in my bed, shall we? Crazy girl.
8 comments:
I thumb my nose at NaBloPoMo...or I say thbbt!
I had a really crappy weekend, about four or five pages worth of crap that I cannot inflict on the internet.
Amen. I don't like to have to post, not of course that I actually have every day, but oh the guilt.
I don't mind it. I type up ideas in blogger and leave them as drafts. I use weekends to do memes and trivial stuff, since a lot of people don't read over the weekends anyway.
I've always written really well under pressure, though, so maybe that's why I'm enjoying this. I hate the open-ended thing. If I don't have a deadline, I won't do it.
that is so freakin' adorable.
did she stay in her bed the rest of the night?
Can't believe I'm saying this {as even without NaBloPoMo I wouldn't be ready for Christmas] but I too am waiting for Dec. 1st...
Funny, I'm not minding NBPM so much. Of course, I'm just trying to make sure that I am posting daily and that it is somewhat decent, so that might have something to do with it.
But, I am very much enjoying your posts. I know it's hard... but you can do it! Just think, today is the 13th, so we only have 17 more days to go. And, if you can make it through 3 more days, then you have more than half the month completed!
Ok, going to go put the pom-poms away.
Karen - She did, amazingly enough. Now tonight (with B being home) she has her Daddy-radar on. We'll see how this goes.
Erin - I don't hate it, you understand, but I resent the rushedness of it.
Julia - See, deadlines? Give me indigestion.
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