It’s that time of year again. The time when keyboards are dusted off, blogs resurrected, and people determine to actually write words down on whatever it is they write on.
Including, of course, me.
This year I’m going to be a little less ambitious than last. With far less free time than a year ago, pledging to publish 50k words in one month on this blog seems a little unrealistic. Instead, I’m going for (Inter)NaBloPoMo Lite: a post each day, every day, for the month of November. Comics count. Linkspams count. Actually dusting off the camera and recording a vlog would definitely count. And linking to work I have elsewhere, as long as it’s written and posted during November? Counts.
For me, this is important. In the past few months I’ve drifted from writing. I feel worse about my ability to articulate myself and the value of having things to say. The blank page becomes intimidating and I find it hard to know where to start. I remember that I used to be able to do this, used to enjoy this, used to love the conversations that blogging sparked, and just feel.. sad. Writing started to feel scary and vulnerable. Some things I don’t want to say. Some I would love to talk about but feel like I can’t. Not knowing where to draw the lines anymore, and feeling tied up in things that cross them.
Which is no way to feel about something you love, is it?
So here goes. At least one post, every day, for a month.
Not a bother, eh?