I’m doing Bloganuary again this year, though I still think it should be “bloguary.”
Why am I doing it again? Why not? It’s a way to start the new year with a kick of busyness. This is a good thing. We’re not unlike rocks with our tendency to inertia – a body at rest tends to stay at rest. I’m bored with being becalmed, however, so Bloganuary it is.
I wonder if I’ll write every day? I suspect not – I didn’t last year. I gave myself weekends off the last go-’round. I try not to overwhelm myself. There’s a fine line between enough input and madness: it’s important to stay on the side of sanity.
The joy of Bloganuary is you don’t have to come up with thirty-one content ideas on your own. The charming organizers have done that. All that’s required is to put metaphoric pen to metaphoric paper.
I’ve done well so far. I’ve shown up every day. My endurance has been helped by my enthusiasm – I’ve liked the prompt we’ve had to date. This first Friday, however, is an animal of a different colour.
Why do you write?
Nope. Been there, done that, time and again. I probably have the t-shirt lying around here somewhere. I’m bored with that question. Luckily, I’m not a slave to the “one true way.”
In lieu of navel-gazing, I offer you a meme or four.