NaBloPoMo: I'm Doing It, and I'm Allowed to Be Terrible

I am taking part in NaBloPoMo, National Blog Posting Month, which will have me posting a blog entry every day throughout the month of November. This is the last time I will mention it.

No, it's not.

living room chair

I thought about this long and hard.

No, I didn't.

I'm just ready to do anything that will get me writing in at least a longish form more often, because my non-work creative life is out of balance, and by "out of balance" I mean "barely happening".

Barney Stinson

Sure, I've been publishing a poem every single day this year, but I haven't been publishing nearly as many complete sentences and paragraphs as I would like to. I sit down with the intent to write paragraphs, but then my attention span runs away with YouTube videos and my cats and work and reading about Texas and pretty much anything else you can imagine me doing.

And now I am doing that thing that I find so detestable in other bloggers: I am blogging about how I haven't been blogging. Someone needs to take my internet away.


Onion licking

I guess we all fall short of our own expectations all the time sometimes, and this is me giving myself permission to fall short. I am allowed to be terrible. I am allowed to work hard and not be the best.

I think this is what it takes to free up the really tight bind I've put myself in creatively. I want everything to be great, and I want everything to be great all the time, and everything can't be great all the time. I know this. I know this. And yet. So, here is a terrible blog entry with terrible photos based on terrible feelings. It feels kind of good. It also feels kind of terrible.

I'm not even going to promise that my entry tomorrow won't be terrible. Who needs the pressure?


I think with a start like this, it can only get better.