NaBloPoMo: How I Will (Hopefully) Get My Blogging Groove Back

Today is the first of National Blog Posting Month.

Despite it being almost 45 minutes to midnight on Day 1 of the challenge, I'm still sticking to my pledge of posting every single fucking day in November.

Why would I make such a pledge, you ask?

For the past two years, I've read Eden Kennedy's blog, Fussy, who, I do believe, created this insane blog challenge. It's an online/less complicated version of National Novel Writing month, in which lots of people write really shitty novel in a month, or something like that

Personally, I feel that a novel will take me a bit more than a month, and I happen to think I'm pretty good at this whole blogging thing, so I'll stick to that for now.

Anyway, Mrs. Kennedy and other bloggers such as Maggie Mason have participated in this challenge, and I always miss the start date, or find myself to be *too busy* to blog for 30 days in a row.

But! This year I got the memo on time, and I've been having major Bloggers Guilt (kinda like Catholic Guilt but with more typing and less Haily Marys) about how desolate my beloved VOX blog has been...so I caved.

I mean, I've been blogging every single day for the past 2 years for work - so why not get back in the groove of blogging every day for pleasure?

I would love it if I could get up every morning, and even before I checked my email - or frantically check my Blackberry - I sat down to write about what's going on in my head. A funny story from the day before. I dream I had that night, or what prevented me from sleeping.

It may not always be exciting. It may not always be profound or make you laugh or even make you like me very much - but I miss blogging for the love of it.

Don't get me wrong. I do love blogging. It's what I do, and a huge part of who I am.

But blogging for me and about me is something I don't get to do every day, and as a writer, I feel that if I don't express myself here, online, for anyone who Googles my name or has this blog in their RSS feed to see and read...I get this strange sort of emotional, creative constipation that leads to sleepless nights and bottled up emotions.

(Don't even get me started on the expressive diarrhea.)

I hope that in pledging online to do this every day, for the next 29 days will help me find my bloggers groove.