So we’re officially 16 days into NaBloPoMo, and I have to say, even though not everything I’ve written has been exactly Shakespeare, I’m glad that I’m doing the project. As writing professors and even Stephen King have said, write every day. Put the pen to the paper. Put your fingers on the keyboard and WRITE. And since the blog has been kind of sporadic in the last six months or longer due to my incessant hospitalizations, etc, having a prompt to write every day (EVERY DAY) has been rather refreshing.
But of course, as is the case with everything on the internet, NaBloPoMo has come under some criticism. “Fine, write every day if you want, but don’t publish something if you think it’s rubbish” seems to be the common thread. And I get that. Some of my stuff has been fluffy, or borderline incoherent, or bad haikus. But I’m not sitting here with 500 words a day with my finger over the “publish” button and debating whether or not what I’ve written is good enough for the internet. I mean, y’all read me. Sometimes I’m navel-gazing, sometimes I’m goofy, sometimes I post pictures of cats.
So anyway, y’all know this blog is all over the place, and you keep coming back anyway, so hell, I’m going to keep writing it the way I want to. I’ll finish NaBloPoMo, and maybe I’ll keep posting every day, maybe I’ll take a little break. Who knows? Hell, maybe I’ll convert this into a makeup tutorial blog, because look what I managed to do yesterday:
I did it myself!
The point is, I don’t feel like I have to create a masterpiece every time I publish a blog post. Some people have argued that if it’s not your best work, why publish it? Well I don’t think I’ve come close to my “best work” in ANYTHING I’ve done yet. Hell, I don’t even know what my “best work” will be. I just know that I write because I HAVE to write. Not because of some internet project, but if I didn’t sit down to a blank screen every day and let some of the shit that goes on in my head OUT, I’d explode. So that’s why I’m not going to be deterred in NaBloPoMo because it’s not my “best work.” It’s my brain droppings, (props to the late, great George Carlin) and that’s why I made the damn blog in the first place. Not because I was making mind-blowing ART OMG, IT’S GENIUS ART YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MUSE, MAN, but because I love writing, and y’all are kind enough to read it. And if no one read my stuff, I’d keep writing it anyway. To be completely honest, I have no idea at all how many people read this blog. I gave up on checking stats years ago. I know my beloved little squirrels, and I know myself, and I KNOW that I’ll keep writing no matter what.
And that’s the truth. Pbbbbbbbbbbblt.
You got it right, Edith Ann