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I’ve given up. Given in. Surrendered.
At the end of December I saw the info about January’s National Blog Posting Month, in which the goal is to post every day for the month. Like the impulsive git I am, I signed up.
I immediately knew it was dumb. That this, of all times, isn’t the right time for me to be able to do that. But I saw a comment from someone who had done this previously, and she indicated she’d found it really helped her writing. Like the glutton for punishment I am, I thought that sounded great.
The thing is, it was great. Even though I only lasted 10 days (9? not long anyway) I actually really liked it. It did help me think about writing in different ways and I enjoyed the challenge. But the other night I called it quits. I admitted what I had known was coming, took a deep breath and packed it in.
Life is a little easier now, and I feel less like my head is going to explode every night. I’m going to bed at a decent time and getting up earlier to have extra cuddles and cartoons or to go to the gym in the morning.
But I’ve lost momentum, and my writing mojo. I no longer know what to say. I’ll find my groove again, I’m sure, and go back to posting a reasonable amount and focusing on what I really want to share.
But for now I’m waving the white flag.
