What Have I Learned in a Month of Non-Stop Blogging?
Tomorrow (November 30) will mark a month of non-stop blogging here in this little corner of the interwebs. I joined two challenges for this month – both required posting something, anything to the blog every single day in the month of November.
An ode to NaNoWriMo – except instead of writing every single day in November to finish a novel, it’s blogging every single day. Partly to build the habit. Partly to build the audience.
All I’ve done so far is realize I have the worst timing for this kind of stuff. I took on a big writing project that sucked up all my time while the boys had one of the busiest months at school this year (so far) and we prepared for a holiday. I never have been good at boundaries, saying no, or admitting even I have limits. So I committed to doing all of it to the best of my ability – and probably have a few more gray hairs to show for my effort.
Through it all, I made it work. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m looking forward to a December where I can and will skip days as necessary. That being said, if (when) I come across a new challenge that stretches the writing limits, I’m sure I’ll agree to do it and make it happen even as I read 35 books to Sean, write 45 articles on plumbing for a client, make sure three school projects arrive at school in one piece, and throw food at the hungry hordes that surround me a few times a day begging for food. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad – it was more like 25 books for Sean.
John would tell me to stop bitching, that I thrive on that kind of pressure. Damn it. The secret is out.
Yeah, as exhausted and stressed as I was all November trying to get everything done, looking back (from the calm of a temporarily quiet house and no major deadlines looming) I can admit I enjoyed it. The constant go-go-go of doing stuff you enjoy is fun for me – even when it means I don’t wear real pants for a week or clean my house for two weeks (new goal: hire a cleaning service!).
So what did I learn from blogging for a solid month?
That I’ll do it again, bitch the entire time, and love every minute of it (in retrospect).