Checkpoint

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The checkpoint of NaBloPoMo is here. The halfway point. 15 days down of 30 days of blogging.

It occurred to me that I never 1) said what NaBloPoMo actually IS or 2) said why I’m doing it. So I guess better late than never.

NaBloPoMo is a spin-off from NaNoWriMo. The latter is “National Novel Writing Month.” Those who have aspirations of writing novels, of any kind, pledge to write a novel in the month of November. NaBloPoMo is simpler than that.

One blog post, every day, for one month. Just post.

Some of my posts so far have been low on the words and heavy on the pictures. Others have been incredibly wordy because words are my medium. But so far, I’ve put something up in this space every day. And what I’m learning is I like it.

During my pregnancy with Emma, I kind of lost my way here. I guess Surprise Pregnancy can do that to a person. But the greater thing is that I really missed what had been built here. I missed writing.

I kind of lost my voice.

I took up NaBloPoMo to force myself to carve out time each day to write. 10 minutes, an hour, during commercial breaks like right now. Whatever I can. Just write something.

So that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing. I’m doing something for me, which is something I don’t do a whole lot of these days since so much of my time goes to Joshua and Emma and Dan and the million other things demanding parts of me.

But I can’t do that forever. I can’t give and give and give forever without running out of gas on the side of the interstate. (Which I’ve done before, actually.)

NaBloPomo is about me making time for myself. Every day. For 30 days.

15 days down. 15 days to go.