Well, fuck me with a spatula! I did it! I actually made it to Day 30 of NaBloPoMo! Wooo hoo! And and and I didn't cheat once. No backdating of posts, no fudging of the time to turn the clock a few minutes before midnight to get in the post for the day. None of that. Unlike some people I know who will remain nameless. Ahem. Yeah, you know who you are. And if you want me to keep my mouth shut, you will accompany me and my best friend to the Borat movie at our convenience. I await your response, sir.
So, what have we learned in the past month? I've learned that a lot can happen in a month. I've started my own Year of Fearlessness campaign, which I'm hoping some of you will join me in. And I've even undertaken not one, not two, but three acts of fearlessness in that time (well, actually four, but I haven't written about that one yet. We'll talk later).
I imagine you've learned a lot in this time, too. Particularly, you've learned a little too much about what Savia does in her spare time and the weird things her brain does when she's doing the crazy pushing-it-to-the-last-absolute-second procrastination thing.
You've learned that not only am I a drama queen, I'm also a princess. What can I say? I like the finer things in life. You've heard about the books I think everyone should read and the best and worst days of my life.
But you've also learned some important life lessons, such as: If you're ever feeling frisky, you should probably just stay out of the kitchen. And, an important drunken cowboy bathroom etiquette lesson that none of us will soon forget.
You know, I'm glad I did this. I wasn't sure I'd make it to Day 30, so I wasn't one of those bloggers who posted the NaBloPoMo logos on her site, or announced to you that I was doing it (until yesterday, that is). I just quietly signed up, crossed my fingers, and hoped that I'd be able to follow through. And now that it's done, it feels really good. Not only because I kept my word, which is really important to me (even though it was a whispered word that no one else really knew about), but also because it got me writing every day. Most times, I had no idea what was going to come out, and a few entries really surprised me. I laughed, I cried, and many times I just shook my head at what was on the screen. The words just flowed, and that's a really good feeling for a writer. I'm going to start on the project that I'm working on with Famous Writer over my Christmas holidays, and I think this whole exercise will help me a great deal when I sit down with that.
When you have no choice (or at least no perceived choice) but to post every day, writing becomes less intimidating. You don't lament over every word and expression; you just do it. It's like what they always told us in J-school: "I don't want it done well; I want it done Tuesday." I'm going to try to take that advice and write more often in this space and elsewhere. I imagine this kind of automatic writing makes the blog more entertaining for those of you who grace me with your presence, too. But I'll let you be the judge of that.
Thanks for coming along for the ride with me this month, Internets. It's been a slice.