I failed NaBloPoMo again. I think that’s three times, now. Each time I sign up for this I swear that I’ll remember to do it. I’m convinced that writing every day will put me in a groove and I’ll start to notice new things and my writing will improve tenfold. Inevitably, though, I end up publishing small snippets that mean absolutely nothing and have no business being posted except for the fact that I needed to post that day. It reminds me of the diary I had in elementary school. All the pages were pre-dated and I felt that if I didn’t write anything down than I was doing something wrong. When the year was I up all I had was a book full of “Today was okay” and “Today was pretty much the same as yesterday”, which I had filled in after the day had ended.
So that’s it for me and NaBloPoMo. Until next year when I decide that it’s something I really need to finish. It might be my white whale.