So, I guess I should go ahead and own up to the fact that I'm not doing Nablopomo again this year. I did enjoy it the last two years, it's a great exercise, posting every day for the month of November. But right now just isn't a good time for me. I'm in the process of getting my ass back into gear posting here at all, I fear that having to do it every day will just make me bitter and more blocked.
Rita wrote something for BlogHer not too far back called Shift of the Mommyblogger, about how many of the mommybloggers who were really the force behind the growth of things like BlogHer and so many other mom's networking systems are starting to lose their edge, their drive. For many of us, (and I hesitate to include myself into such an awesome group of women...) it is because our kids are getting older, and therefore not as many interesting or cute things to blog about are happening. We are growing out of our baby/toddler/preschool insanity, and as I've mentioned before, now that my kids are in grade school I am even more busy than I imagined, with the cub scouts and the soccer and the church activities - and I make an effort not to over-schedule my kids! I really can't understand how the families do it with kids who play multiple sports, and musical instruments, and so forth. I don't know how you fit it all in. Or why.
Anyway, many of us are losing our blogging mojo, so to speak. Part of Rita's theory was that because our kids are older, we are less inclined to write about them so boldly to the internet. That so far, is not my issue. I'm still quite happy to exploit my children for your entertainment, I promise. My issue is one of pure, unadulterated Time Management. Also, as my kids have grown up, the kind of craziness which ensues around my house has become less about Crazy But Cute And Makes a Good Story, and more about Seriously Driving Mommy One Step Closer To The Looney-Bin, Oh My God, Help. I don't know how it happened that my children have become the most wild children of all the families we know. We keep a steady bedtime schedule, we feed them protein at every meal, we make them use manners at the table. They always say "excuse me" after they fart or belch in public, I swear.
Also, Twitter has seriously cannibalized my blogging process. Not to mention Facebook. Now, my friends and family are keeping in touch with me in smaller, bite size statements, instead of long paragraphs and stories. It's like the difference between reading the horoscopes in Cosmo, and reading the back of a fortune cookie- except you don't add "in bed" at the end of every tweet. (Well, I guess you could...)
So the point here, and since you've gotten used to me posting in 140 characters or less I'm sure you were tapping your foot waiting for me to get to it, is that I cannot see myself making it through to the end of 30 days in a row posting for Nablopomo. I am a really good project starter, I'm not so good at actually finishing, um, anything. And if I stop and admit that I won't finish something, then there's no use in starting it, in my opinion. I've got too much else that has to get done already.
Like, for instance, since I've already mentioned the magnificent Rita, starting soon, possibly as early as next week, I am taking over for her as the Being Savvy Kansas City Blogger. It's an actual, real-life blogging gig, with an actual real-life paycheck. Not much of one, mind you, but enough to buy me a decent bottle of wine once in a while. I'm going to be a paid blogger. I'm really psyched. And it requires posting every week day, so you can see why I'm thinking Nablopomo may be over-extending myself a tad.
Although, damn, the web traffic you get from it is INTOXICATING. But still. No thanks.