…belong the spoils.
All 30 of them.
I cannot believe I actually survived NaBloPoMo: 30 days. 30 blogs. I think that’s pretty damn skippy for someone who’s averaged 4-5 blogs a year for the last 3 years.
Now I just need to focus on content.
It’s been a really provocative challenge. I almost quit about 28 times.
There were nights I verbally “barfed” on the keyboard and hit “post” at 11:59 p.m. and went back after 12:00 a.m. and edited. There were times I should have gone back after 12:00 a.m. and edited but fell asleep instead.
Ouch.
I’ve learned the value of a quick and dirty “weekly photo challenge,” when words have failed me. Daily prompts have become my blogging BFF.
Most importantly, I’m developing the habit of writing. I’m finding that if I start throwing the words out there, no matter how random or vague, I can push through the “block” that so frequently cripples me. Once I get a sentence down, the Edit Monster can take over and make something of the garbage: fine tune it, focus it, even take it a different, better direction.
I think the most important aspect of this challenge has been finding some really talented writers to follow and learn from. I’ve been blown away at the kindness of total strangers who have stopped by my blog to encourage and support me.
I’ve even come out of my shell enough to make tentative comments on a few blogs I really enjoy. It’s hard for me to do – I feel my opinion doesn’t matter much to someone who doesn’t know me from Jack, but I’ve been seeing (and have experienced myself) how appreciated comments can be, even as innocuous as the ones I’ve hesitantly left. Again, I’m learning.
And one more major piece of wisdom gleaned:
When completely barren of ideas or inspiration,
toss out some ragingly fabulous nature.
Drunk on Life 