Well, folks, it’s the last day of November. I am proud to say I have DONE IT!
30 blog posts
One per day, posted before midnight (though on some days it was a VERY close call)
21,285 words written
An average of 710 words per day
Shortest post: Fun With Photo Booth (65 words) – lettin’ those images speak for themselves
Longest post: Dilovely’s Playlist: 25 Legendary Canadian Songs (x2!) (1,777 words) – on day ONE, of all things
My Personal FAQ:
Why am I doing this, again?
Because I am exceedingly stubborn with respect to my knee-jerk no-quit prove-I-can-do-it response. Same reason I wrote a 75-page research paper in French for my M.A.: “‘Cuz I said I was gonna.”
Aren’t my readers getting sick of me?
Yes, probably. I’m getting kinda sick of me.
Would I do this again next November?
Hmm. There would have to be a compelling reason – BESIDES “I said I was gonna.”
Isn’t posting a video or some photos when I’m short on time just… cheating?
I rather think it is, for the purpose of NaBloPoMo, since the point is to write every day… but the gals at BlogHer said I could!
Would it still be cheating next month, when the pressure’s off?
Strangely, no. Somehow I don’t think it’s cheating unless there’s desperation involved.
Should I be using the writing prompt?
BlogHer offered a “writing prompt” each day, for people who needed inspiration. Which is nice. As it turned out, yesterday was the first day I thought to look at it, and the prompt was “What is the last thing you do before you go to bed?” Um, WTF? Why would anybody want to read about me brushing my teeth, taking my earrings off, and giving treats to the cats? Unless it’s supposed to an exercise in imagination where I tell you how I have to check my spy-cams for terrorist activity in the palace, or fly my jet home from Wiki-Washoo, before going to bed. But clearly, imagination is not my strong point. Just as well I didn’t use the writing prompts, then.
Has this made me a better blogger?
Well, I had to resort to cheating, so… NO.
Has this made me a WORSE blogger?
Gosh. Not permanently, I hope.
Why I liked NaBloPoMo:
- Once I get going, writing gives me energy. When I finish a blog post, I am UP. (When that’s early in the day, it’s great. When it’s bedtime… oops.)
- It gave me an excuse to do the writing I love. Sometimes I have trouble justifying this “me” time, since nobody’s paying me for it so far. For one month, I relished this obligation – almost all the time. (I will admit to having fantasies about writing full-time. But I’m sorta hooked on my student moments, too.)
- It was good to write – finally! – about some of the ideas in my backlog. I made a dent! But then I had more ideas… so my idea bank is right where I started. Can’t complain.
- Writing every day without fail makes going to a 3-posts-per-week format look like a piece of cake.
- It’s over! Suddenly it’s going to feel like I have so much flexibility with my “free time”.
- Participating in NaBloPoMo Soup at BlogHer, I got to read lots of interesting posts by other women – in fact, I could easily have done nothing but that! There are some fascinating blogs out there.
Why I didn’t like NaBloPoMo:
- Exercise pretty much fell by the wayside.
- Bedtime often fell by the wayside.
- Instead of starting out hard and getting easier, it was kind of the opposite.
- Times when it was hard: a) on my more draining teaching days, b) when finishing a post jockeyed with bedtime for the umpteenth night.
- Those darn videos almost derailed me more than once. They take for-freaking-ever to upload.
- There were times when I felt inspired to tackle a big topic, but didn’t, because I knew I couldn’t do it in one day. That was frustrating.
- I couldn’t shake the feeling of narcissism. Seriously, as FABULOUS as Dilovely may be, do readers truly want to hear from her every single day? Are the things my blogself has to say really that important? Well, I obviously can’t be the judge of this, but I’m gonna go with “not bloody likely.” If my own Hubbibi had email notifications piling up in his inbox sometimes, I can only assume he wasn’t alone. People are super-busy, on a perpetual basis. I feel privileged to get as much of your time as you give normally; I’d hate to abuse that. (MOTL.)
Once again, to each of my sweet readers, whether you be a loyal follower, or an occasional browser, or a random person who happened to stumble upon my blog whilst searching for a chihuahua in a costume: THANK YOU for reading, and for keeping me accountable. I most definitely would not have been up to this challenge without you.