Shhhhhh... quiet now...
Come closer, let me whisper in your ear...
Have you noticed something... different about me this month?
I'll give you a hint:
Look over to your left in my "Blog Archive"...
See anything unusual there (for me)?
Yes, today *IS* the 12th of July, and yes this *IS* my 12th post of the month.
I've been posting every day in July, so far.
(Thanks for noticing.)
I've been keeping kind of quiet about it, afraid if I make a big announcement it will trip me up, jinxes and all. (For a basically rational person I still carry a little superstition around in my back pocket.)
But it's been going so well (one might even say swimmingly) and I was never one for keeping secrets, so I am officially announcing here:
I have joined NaBloPoMo this month over at BlogHer.
What's that? (Ask my non-bloggy friends who are scratching their heads right about now.)
It's National Blog Posting Month. (NaBloPoMo for short, though that's STILL a mouthful.)
Basically? It's a commitment to post daily for a month, no matter what hell, high water, summer flus, school bus breakdowns or elder-care disasters may come.
Crazy, I know, what with my crazy life. Autism and all. Not a good time.
But there is NEVER a good time, and I really loved the theme for this month, so I figured, what the hell.
Theme?
There's a theme?
Yes, I'm not posting on it much, but it is lovely... it's "Swim"
Like my post from last Friday: SwimminglyAnd hopefully maybe another, sometime soon.
So, how's it going (you may ask)?
So far, so good.
And the kind of cool, kind of wonderful thing that I'm still even a little bit afraid to talk about...
I am finding that the more I write, the easier it gets, the more I want to write, the more ideas come to me all the time, my mind just going to the "writing place" constantly, nearly no-stop.
Kind of like the opposite of being blocked, my spigot seems to be stuck in "on." Not that I'm complaining.
I actually now have a backlog of nearly complete posts and a dozen quickly jotted down ideas that are going to blossom into something, I can feel it.
So all those old teachers of mine who said the secret to truly being a writer is to write every day, no matter what?
Turns out?
They were right.
Go figure.
And the best part?
It's making me really happy.
(Shhhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not sure, as a special needs parent, I'm allowed to be really happy.)
So, I'll see you back here tomorrow.
(And this time, you can count on it.)
Wish me luck!
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