Because I'm Apparently a Joiner

With NaBloPoMo happening, I don't have time to answer the update emails I receive from everything I've joined in the past, so I'd like to address them here if that's alright.

Shelfari folks: Should you read (this) book? Well of course you should. Good or bad you can't go wrong reading a book so stop stalling and pick the stinkin' thing up. This even applies to Julie and Julia that I anticipated as eagerly as the arrival of our fourth child but then was so disappointed reading it that I had to write a scathing book review-- a first for me.

Face Book: I am so glad your farm is doing well and the mafia has promoted you, but I don't know if I'll be much help with either one (and please tell me where you rent your spare time because mine never stretches far enough to play games). Oh, and I'm really not interested in friending abusive ex-boyfriends, but thank you for asking.

Blurb: Of course I remember I have a book in progress. Just like I remember that I have unfinished crocheting from 10 years ago; about 12 half-completed scrapbooks; four books with book marks on my bedside table (and three magazines purchased recently that haven't even had a page turned yet); several items in my laundry room waiting for mending or superglueing; photos uploaded to ASDA, Snapfish and iphoto to have printed....

Disney, Children's Place, Clean Play Edited DVDs, Seriously Chai: You're right, those are some great sales I wouldn't want to miss. Too bad I'm going to though.

LDS Living: Bless you. You've saved Family Home Evening for a few years now.

Creative Memories: I don't want to be a consultant anymore, no matter how much you offer me in my sign-up kit. You see, as much as I LOVED doing CM in the states, it won't be the same over here. You insist I have to sell to people with APO addresses like myself and I don't hang with military -- living and functioning in a little America goes against the whole reason we choose overseas bases (I also had a panic attack when I got to the book keeping part of things the one day I did start filling out your contract just for giggles). I do believe in gathering our memories and keeping them safe, but I have no desire to take up accounting again.

And last but not least,

Spammers Unite! Could you all please just get together and give me one all-purpose email? If I have any body parts I need enlarging, watches that need selling, little blue pills to refill, links to be clicking on or hot live females, I could just go to one place. So much easier. Thank you for your concern for my lifestyle though, it is very considerate of you to flood my Spam box (thank goodness for Gmail filters) with your fears for me.

I hope you (updates) understand. This posting every day for a month has triggered creative writing juices I thought had escaped along with the amniotic fluid from five births. I'd rather consider the (fictional-but very real to me) woman that is nagging me in my sleep to tell her story. She's becoming rather insistent and this morning I couldn't even have a coherent conversation with the family because of the swirling story line that won't go away...

Blogger Friends: Your emails, comments and posts feed that creative beast-- so please, keep it coming!

How is NaBlaPoMo affecting you this month?
What useless drain on your time have you given up?