Last year around this time a bunch of fellow bloggers decided to unleash a torrent of awesomeness upon these internets known as the “Summer Blogging Challenge”. They’re at it again and I’ve decided to join. At least that’s what I told Liam at the last minute… I don’t think anyone but him knows I’m a participant. I’ll be like the funny kid playing catch by himself next to the soccer match.
A minimum 150 words per day x 31 days. It sounds easy right? Then how come I’ve never done it. I hope to build some word-producing into part of my daily routine instead of what I usually do: wait until I feel motivated or desperate to unleash some sort of bloggery. Usually starting after midnight after everyone else in the house has ended there day. Yeah, any wonder that blogging fell off after my 9-5 job ended? Oh, and related to that I will be defining “day” as “before I go to sleep”. Not that I’m requesting any special treatments from the powers that be. I fully accept whatever wordcounts are granted to me by the automated scripts Liam has concocted. I’m just talking about how I plan to start running this marathon. Like meditating, I’m going to focus on my attempt.
I’m excited. I’ve been wanting to write so much on FoW and it keeps not happening. I can’t believe my last post was two weeks ago. I really intended to follow that up, so maybe this is a good time to step up to the plate. Plus, finally, finally, finally, we have no plans for the weekends coming up. Okay, well, no out of town plans. Janine’s already tried to make plans and I’ve told her to go ahead, but I’m staying here. My sanity needs to rebuild itself and that involves not adding more obligations to my to-do list. But isn’t blogging every day itself an obligation? A rather persistent and potentially overwhelming one?
Haha… well, perhaps so. But even if it is, it’ll should be good reading, eh?