Do you hear that? It's playing just for us NaBloPoMoers, baby.
30 days, 30 posts.
Do you feel pride in a job well-done? A bittersweet sense of completion? Sorrow at the thought of leaving it all behind?
No? Me neither.
Feels just like high school, and I couldn't wait to blow that Popsicle stand. I wanted to get on with the business of living. Kinda like I do now.
Who'd have thought that blogging for that many days straight could take So. Much. Time? And energy. And thinking of thoughts.
Well, the people who laughed at us, obviously. The ones who dropped out early and joined NeeNerHaHa, and poked fun at our every-day-blogging selves.
It cut to the quick, O Queen of Shaky-Shaky.
Dissenters aside, I learned a lot from my NaBloPoMo experience. Mainly this:
I couldn't do that to you. Good Lord, I blogged about teeth out of desperation.
Someone get me a cigarette, 'cause I'm totally spent.
(No, don't. I don't smoke. It's bad for you. Now if you want to get me some Diet Coke and Krispy Kremes, well, you go right on ahead. That's scientifically-engineered brain food.)
But don't despair, my despairing despairers you! I'm not going anywhere. I'll still be around to amuse you with my little anecdotes. I'll just be taking the weekends off. And possibly some weekdays, too.
I'm giddy with excitement!
For the first time in a long time, I think I'm going to enjoy blogging. As a matter of fact, I've got big plans for the month of December. Like a contest with a fabulous prize. And a collaborative Christmas-themed Photoshop extravaganza!
Oooo... Bet you can't wait, huh?
Well, you're gonna have to, because this weekend I will be spending time with my family. The kid and that other guy.
Give it time. Their names will come back to me.