Never Write Never

WITH ONLY TWO DAYS REMAINING of NaBloPoMo,
I was going to tell you that there have been only two days that I felt pressured to get out here and post. I was prepared to argue that even though it's not very nice to clog up people's readers, that for the most part people are tolerant.

But something in the back of my mind was nagging at me, so I did a little research...
Here's what I said at the end of this 30-day post insanity last year (I'll save you from clicking on the actual post):


"Never agree to 30 posts in 30 days.
I mean, if you can do it, more power to you. But if you find you're typing while your children's giggles are slipping by, it's probably not worth it.

A couple of things I learned from being out here each day is:

There sure is a lack of tolerance for each other's creativity.

For instance, the music divide. Wow. Who would've guessed people could get so upset about music being on a blog? Here's my theory (and you'll notice my music was turned off a month ago), a person's blog is an expression of who they are. Music and the careful timing of songs with posts MAY be the one joyful, self-indulgent thing they did all day. Is it so hard for the anti-music folks to just turn the volume down? And yes, sometimes the music conflicts with a video or with your own itunes player... yaddah yaddah yaddah, but if it's so much bother, don't go there. If their blog is SO intriguing that you can't stand to miss a post, well, I think you know what you need to do.

The second thing was the Nablopomo. I really, seriously considered NOT doing it because for some reason people feel that they must read every post to be a loyal follower. That's a huge demand for someone reading 30+ blogs daily. Then I realized, I didn't start blogging to gain readers, I started it as an outlet for some repressed emotions. I decided I wasn't going to freak out if people didn't make it over for every post (to be truthful I didn't make it over for every post-- some were scheduled). I watched followers drop like flies and my feelings weren't hurt. I understood.

So, in summary. It was good. and bad. and I'm not doing it next year."

Yeah... so my memory is not so good. This is a terrific argument for journaling your memories, but an even better one to read what you write occasionally. I will tell you what my plans are for NEXT year:

I plan to read blogs for the month. That's what I'm missing the most about this go. I can't believe how much I missed hearing about what was happening in everyone else's world.

I wonder if I will have an easier time remembering this if I have it tattooed to my forehead.