Thirty blogs posts in thirty days. I made it through NaBloPoMo.
This is the third year that I’ve done NaBloPoMo. I didn’t get the badge to stick on my blog this year. I didn’t even officially sign up. I didn’t have time for any of that. This was just raw, desperate, daily blogging.
I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to make it given the amount of work that is crushing me right now. I don’t sleep much. I forget to eat. I’m even missing kickboxing classes. I’m fairly certain that my family forgets what I look like when I”m not sitting at a laptop identifying sentence fragments and hunting for the always elusive student thesis statement.
But I blog. Despite all of the other stuff going on, at least I have managed to blog.
It makes me feel a lot better, honestly.
I’m hoping I’ll keep it up, probably not daily, but I don’t want to lapse back to letting a week go without a post. I need to write. It just helps. It helps everything.
Congratulations to my blogging buddies – Team Hooligan, FTW!
Genie at In a Bottle (who actually did NaBloPoMo on not one, but TWO blogs every day. She gets the virtual gold cup.)
Ruth at Mary and Bob’s Journal
Erin at Pursued by a Bear
The best thing about NaBloPoMo isn’t actually the blogging. It’s the blogging together. We’ve had a little community all month. We read and commented on each other’s posts. We sent late night texts, tweets and Facebook posts, “Hey, you’ve got 27 minutes until midnight.” We’re spread far across the country – Maryland, Virginia, New York and California – and yet we’re all did it together. That’s by far the best part. I’m going to miss the feeling that we’re all in this together . . . at least until next November. . . . .
Oh, yes, Team Hooligan. We will be doing it again.