It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
-- Algernon from The Importance Of Being Ernest
Finally the 30th!
If you hadnt figured it out yet, I've been participating (and I put that loosely) in the NaBloPoMo or in English, National Blog Posting Month. In other words, do a blog post every day for the month of November.
Actually this started about because of Nanowrimo aka National Novel Writing Month. The last three times I did Nanowrimo I came up severally short on the story. I would a beginning and an end for the story, but nothing in the middle. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
What made it worse was the lack of quality time to actually type out the madness in my brain. I used to take the laptop to a restaurant and type while having dinner. Not so much any more since I barely have time for dinner as it is.
Even then, when you go to a decent place, the wait staff continuously ask you how you are doing, how the food is, or do you need anything. I mean its not like their job or anything. Hell, if you are hunting them down so you can have a clean fork, they are nowhere to be found. What the frak is that about?
I am digressing.
I knew this was another year of not doing the novel. I even had the bright idea of making the blog entries as part of the novel. Type on the fly so to speak. But that fell by the wayside, when I realized that I would have to actually sit still for a while. This wasnt something I could do at the office. Maybe what I will do is just write the start and the end, then post them here. That still sounds like alot of work though.
For NaBloPoMo, it was supposed to be abit easier. Just something every day for thirty days, right? That's when I realized something very important: I am one boring mother-humper.
Don't get me wrong. I've got plenty of stuff going on in my life, but not enough to actually discuss it. I mean that is like talking... And stuff... Even like... Revealing stuff... Definately, not my cup of tea.
Suffice it to say, I just started posting the first things that came to mind. There were times I even made a couple of entries and scheduled them to display. I don't know if that is classified as cheating in this game, but to hell with it. Its not like the content was being graded and we were getting a prize at the end. That is, what little content I actually provided.
Literacy and dictation are definately not my strong suit so its not like anything I write would ever make me some sort of fantastic author. They would always just be some jumbled thoughts that got tossed onto the wall like when you check the spaghetti to see if its done. Which apparently I found out that you are supposed to do before applying the tomato sauce.
I digress again.
If you have been following this blog, my thanks to you. I hope you've gotten a smile and a laugh along the way. The journey will continue, but not as much. It will definately be abit more chaotic. There are still those chance thoughts that permeate in my mind that would drive me mad if they aren't committed to paper. Or in this case, notepad.
Besides, I'm too obtuse. I would never, ever compose anything greater than a paragraph.