So much for being able to do NaBloPoMo for January. Le sigh. I tried, I really did. But rather than look upon this as a failure, I’d rather look at this as quite the accomplishment.
In the past, out of 30 days, I would probably only post about ten times. Maybe less, maybe a little bit more. Yet with NaBloPoMo, I actually posted about 25 out of the 31 days. That’s freaking fabulous for me! Me, who attempted the Embodiment Project** twice and failed. Me, who even though has not been posting lately is STILL doing her daily photo.
On the agenda today, rather than frantically write up posts to back date to give the illusion I’ve written every day, I’m going to spam my own blog. Just post roughly three or four entries all marked today. I don’t have to prove to anyone but myself that I am capable of achieving my goals. And on many levels I already have.
**The Embodiment Project is a Livejournal community where starting on January 1st, one hand writes in their journal every single day for the entire year. Many folks sketch, paint, do collage, doodle, or merely write and they post photos of their artistic entries. My first year I bit off more than I could chew (shocker) and tried to pursue it via an altered book. I lasted about two months. The next year I kept it simple with just writing and I also lasted again roughly two months. Doing something on a daily basis, other than getting out of bed, is simply not my thing. I learned it the hard way.