I am going to give myself a huge pat on the back right now. I will not admit that I failed NoBloPoMo because I missed a few days. Rather, I will be happy with my solid B. 26 out of 30 is quite respectable… especially considering how little I blogged in the previous year and that I broke my leg. (See? I can use it for an excuse for anything).
But, beyond a grade, I wanted to think a little about this experience. Why do I do this? Is it worth it? Does anyone actually read my ramblings?
I used to love NaBloPoMo because it really created community. Sadly, I don’t think it does that anymore. The structure changed and it is harder to find people. Moreover, I just don’t have the time to search and noone is finding me.
On the other hand, it gave me a chance to write some of the stories that I don’t want to forget, like the my little girl’s first love or her saga to say good-bye. It also gave me a chance to think more in depth about things I see online like when my high school took another positive stance for LGBTI youth. Every day was not inspired. Every day was not spell checked. But, it was a good habit.
Did anyone read my ramblings? Well according to the stats page, yes. Of course, in the past year of being nearly dormant, I generally have 15-25 hits a day. This month jumped to a high of 146 in one day. Not huge by any standards. But, in the end, I don’t write for stats, or for followers, or fame, or money. I write to remember. I write as a release. I write for myself.
This was a good month. I am happy for my B and for feeling a bit back in the blogging world.