Thankfully, another November NaBloPoMo challenge has come and gone. I really wasn’t up to the challenge this year (I think that’s obvious), but at least I did post something every day, even if it didn’t involve, you know, making sentences. I didn’t intend to participate in this madness this year, but as it approached, two things happened. Thing One: a small but dedicated, and very loud group of people started harassing me (in real life) to do it. Thing Two: I thought, well, I could use it as a test to determine if I can find time every single day to devote to writing.
I found out that I really can find time to write every day. It’s really hard, but yeah, that can happen. I know this because behind most of the posts that looked like just a picture or a video, there’s at least an hour, often more, of me tinkering on a real post (with words!) that I couldn’t get to come together. Not every writing exercise is fit for public consumption.
Some of the things I did not write about are:
- The writing class I took from March until June (taught by John Lorinc, a great writer and a real inspiration)
- How The Egyptian and I got back together (again)
- And about how I ended up going back to Ottawa in the spring
- An experiment I am conducting with red lipstick
- Why I’m thinking about moving
- My “girl crushes” (Mona Eltahawy, Michaele Jean, Patti Smith, Mindy Kaling)
- The horror of having a bra fitting
- The big trip that is happening in 2012 (I secretly fear that speaking of it out loud could cause it to somehow not happen)
And so on. Basically, I could teach a master class in avoidance. But, as Bryony pointed out around the NaBloPoMo midpoint, “LESLIE, YOU CAN BLOG MORE THAN ONCE A YEAR.” Too true. So, more content coming to poor, old, dusty Pink Collar – if only because I promised Leeanne – just not every day.