Today is November 7th. That means that, as a participant in NaBloPoMo, this post is my 7th post so far this month. That’s saying a lot considering the fact that before November 1st I hadn’t posted a single entry since June 13, 2012.
I know that nothing that I’ve put up is some stellar, award-winning piece of writing by any means, but I’m still proud of myself. There were times when the thought of whipping up a blog post were more bothersome than exciting, but I still did it. The funny thing about that? I usually had a huge feeling of relief and relaxation afterwards. Not in the “I’m glad that’s out of the way!” sense but in the “It felt good to write that!” sense.
I’ve also enjoyed getting to read some of the pieces that my rowmies and columnites have posted this week. It’s nice to be able to connect with others in the writing community. To share frustrations, common experiences, and be inspired by other writers is something that I didn’t really know I had missed at all until I immersed myself back in the blogging community.
Looking at my schedule over the next few weeks, I am discouraged by the busyness of it. I’m discouraged because a hectic schedule means that, although I will still be trying my best to live up to the challenge of NaBloPoMo, I won’t get to write anything that is the quality that I long for. I will, however, take solace in the fact that blogging daily will put writing back at the forefront of my mind so that, hopefully, I will one day be able to write the way that I want to write.