My November NaBloPoMo effort has been piss-poor lately.
Because I didn’t feel I had anything to blog about.
One of the goals of daily blogging is to create a habit of writing, every day, no matter what. It’s a trick that all productive writers know – it doesn’t matter if you don’t have anything to write about.
Having something to write about is a secondary concern. The truth is this:
You can’t be a writer if you don’t write.
Waiting for inspiration is foolish. The writing muscle must be flexed every day to get it strong, so when the great idea comes, the muscle is ready to work. Really, great ideas are generally made not on the first draft, but during the process of revision and editing.
In October, I was successful getting up a post every day. I recommitted to this blog and engaged myself again into writing for pleasure.
The effect was immediate. I realized how much this means to me. How much it means when folks read and comment. How much it means when people I know “in real life” tell me how something I wrote touched them or helped them in some way. It reminded me how much this blog means, and not just to me.
But to keep it 100 – I’m making every effort just to survive in “real life.”
I’m working daily to live.
Many days I don’t feel as if I have anything of value to say. Here. Not here. Everywhere. I am struggling to believe and understand and appreciate my worth to myself and to the people I love.
I’m having the scary thoughts.
I’m under attack. It’s taking everything in me to fight back.
I love this blog. I enjoy this community. I enjoy writing. I enjoy you, dear reader.
I’m going to do my best to be here every day. Even if it’s just to say, “Hi,” or comment on my commute, or talk about my job when the job-shall-not-be-named.
Please be well until I write again. Say a prayer for me. Send well-wishing thoughts my way. I’ll see you a few days from now. Or maybe tomorrow. I don’t know. We will see.