I struggle every year I do this NaBloPoMo thing. Mostly because I do have the odd reader and if I’m going to write something that other people are going to read, I want to write something good. A lofty goal.
So why do I do it? I like the challenge, or at least I like the idea of the challenge. And so far, in four years of doing it, I’ve never quit. Sure, I’ve missed days (especially this year), but I make up for it and the end result is 30 posts in November. And that’s more than I do for the whole rest of the year.
I also think it’ll kick start me into blogging more regularly. Which is a dumb reason because what it does is make me sick and tired of blogging, and when December rolls around I just want a break, and then January rolls around and I realize I haven’t blogged for a month, and then on it goes.
And the last reason, probably the most important one, is I like to write, and I love to read what I’ve written. Especially months and years later. Every night this month before I post, I have taken a look at what I’ve written on the three previous years on this day. Sometimes the posts bring back fond memories (I just read one about Yoshi). Sometimes they make me laugh. Sometimes I read the comments and am thankful that people took the time to not only read the post, but add a comment. And sometimes I read something about one or both of my kids that I’ve forgotten, and I’m so thankful I wrote it down. I’ve actually read some of my posts about Elliot and Amy to them, and they love it.
So that’s why I do it. But really what I wish I did instead is blogged regularly throughout the year. I’m not sure how to make that happen, but if I can blog 30 times in one month, surely I can figure out how to blog every couple of weeks throughout the year.