Late last night, after we’d run out of candy to give away and retreated upstairs for the last part of our evening, I signed up for NaBloPoMo. It’s a lot like NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) during which you try to write a 50,000 word novel. Except NaBloPoMo is National Blog Posting Month and the goal is to post an entry on your blog every single day for the whole month of November. It’s much less stressful than writing a novel, takes much less time, but still gives a great reason to write and get words down on a page. It all sounds good to me.
I don’t know if you noticed, but last month I posted 24 times to Inking My Thinking. That’s more than any other month in the past year. The only month that comes close to that was in June when I posted 17 times. Also, since I’ve updated to Movable Type (which I’m still not sold on but haven’t taken time to work out the frustrations) last October or so, I’ve written 100 posts. This is the 101st post. Not, of course, my 101st post ever because I had a lot of posts up before the swap over. And, now that I’m thinking about it, I know I made a lot of stink about making sure I saved those old posts but right off I’m totally not sure what happened to them . . . .
Anyway. It’s November and I’m going to attempt to post an entry every single day of the month. It’s going to be a challenge and come December you’ll probably see a decrease in my posting while I let my brain rest for a while. And then again, maybe I’ll get hooked and I’ll start posting several times a day! Who knows?!
The point is that today is the first and this is my first post of the month and there’s probably going to be a lot more to follow. Have I belabored the point too much?
Moving on! Today is a beautiful day. We’ve been enjoying a long string of beautiful days and it makes me really happy. Our plans for today aren’t very much. We tend to relax a lot on Saturdays to wind down from the week. We’ll get small things done, like cleaning up the house or starting laundry. We’ll accomplish more tomorrow. It seems a little backwards—Sunday should be the restful day. But we’ve found that when we have a reason to get up (church), then we’re more motivated to do things afterward. But when we can wake up relaxed (and, in my case, wake up in the late morning), then we tend to preserve that relaxed feel for the majority of the rest of the day. There’s nothing wrong with that. It just feels a little strange to me sometimes.
Anyway! I think I’m going to head downstairs and clean up the mess we left in the kitchen last night. We made omelets for dinner, which took longer than expected since we sautéed mushrooms and onions and fried up bacon, all while answering the door every little while to hand out candy. By the time we finished, we were tired and decided that it could all wait for morning to clean it up. Well, it’s afternoon now and that mess is starting to yell my name too loudly to ignore. So off I go!
But I’ll see you all again tomorrow!