I wasn’t going to do NaBloPoMo this year. I did my own
antisocial rogue version with Speaker7 last year, and remember thinking that I’d rather have my arm sawed off by a butter knife than do it again. When it rolled around this year, Speaker7 sent me a very threatening “do NaBloPoMo or you’re dead” e-mail. That, coupled with Rarasaur’s crazed enthusiasm over literate chili peppers, convinced me to give it another go.
I’m pretty sure this is the slippery slope that leads to people finding themselves in cults. I’ve somehow managed to narrowly escape that fate all of these years. The only cult I belong to is the one which worships Jack in the Box tacos.
Writing a post every day is hard, especially for someone like me who was averaging one post a month. I’d like to say that I was off saving Wall Street bankers from the hard lives they lead, but in reality I was spending that time eating Totino’s Pizza Rolls, and watching reruns of Frasier.
Despite my difficulty in coming up with Nobel Prize-winning lines like, “There was a moment when we both had to acknowledge that my labia was just chillin’ like a villain,” I’ve actually enjoyed it more this year. This is because I decided to stop being such a hermit, and actually get involved in a few NaBloPoMo communities.
When I joined the good people at Yeah Write, BlogHer and Team Poblano, I didn’t think I’d really get much out of it. I thought it would be nice to know who was suffering alongside me, but I didn’t see that it would:
- Increase my traffic
- Increase my follower count
- Force me to write readable things regularly
- Allow me the opportunity to meet a lot of really great people
- Put blogs on my radar that I wish I had been reading all along
- Get me Freshly Pressed for the second time in my blogging career
All of this because I decided to go out and get involved.
You don’t have to wait until NaBloPoMo rolls around next year, there are plenty of communities to join all year long. You’ll be surprised at how putting yourself in good company raises the bar on your writing.
I’ve already vowed to never do NaBloPoMo again mostly because I’m not sure my readers want to be inundated with what I write. But as the season for it rolls around, I know I’ll agree to doing it again. My reruns can wait, but the opportunity to grow as a writer can’t.