I’m doing NaBoMoFo (seriously, what’s with these abbreviations? Could they be any harder to type?) this year. Basically, it means that I will write every single day in November on this blog. That site I just linked to is awful. Good luck trying to find any useful information on there at all. BlogHer, your FAQ is useless. I don’t care how to change my profile picture, I want to know about November’s blog posting month and all you have there is October.
I’ve tried National Novel Writing Month for the past few years and I’ve still never made it to the halfway mark, let alone finished. Two years ago, I wrote 15,299 words. Last year, I wrote a measly 5,385 words. I’ve actually regressed. Instead of failing again this year, which I surely would, I’ve decided to write here instead and keep track of my words at NaNoWriMo.
In the 22 days that have passed this month, I’ve written 22 posts, not including this one. That’s pretty good, yet, I have not posted every day. In the first two days of October, I published four posts, but there were a few days, mostly on the weekend, where I was a total slacker. Posting every day is hard.
It’s hard to find the time, but more importantly, there are some days where I go to write a post and nothing comes. I’ll look at all the prompts and nothing strikes me. I’ll read your posts, hoping that something you said will inspire me to write something and come up empty. I’ll go through my drafts folder to see if there’s a post in there that I can finish and nothing works. Those are the days that I don’t post.
I’m worried that I’ll have a few of those days in November. Normally, I don’t beat myself up over it. If I miss a day here and there, I don’t stress too much. If nothing strikes me today, there’s always tomorrow. But when I will force myself to write every day like next month, I fear that the self-imposed deadline will cause me to not think of anything at all to write about.
I’ve been kind of preparing for it in my own way. I’ve been compiling a list of things I could talk about if nothing else comes. I’d like your help. If there’s anything you’d like me to talk about, here’s your chance to tell me and I’ll put it on the list. I’m hoping that my list will be long enough that I’ll never feel blank.
Any requests? Prompt me, please.