Why is it that I have that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach? The one where it sort of feels like you have to take a poop. It's not from the hamburgers and fries we ate last night for dinner. I don't think it's a parasite of any sort. Oh, that's right, it's because today is November first and a couple of weeks ago I signed myself up for NaBloPoMo.
Don't know what NaBloPoMo is? It's a collective group of bloggers whose only requirement is that they post everyday in November. Why put that kind of demand and pressure on myself? Besides the prizes? I'm doing it to see if I have the fortitude and as a way to get myself back into blogging on a regular basis. Now that we are on some sort of a schedule with Gideon I feel like I can handle posting everyday—even if it has to be at 5 am or 11 pm. It can't be that hard can it? I'm not doing NaNoWriMo like JQ—I'm not crazy and certainly couldn't write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
Using this announcement of sorts as my first post feels like a copout, but we only have one internet connection in our house and with JQ now blogging, I didn't get a chance to mention it last night before I went to bed. This should be an interesting month for us and will very likely drive us to getting a wireless connection before November 30.
NaBloPoMo & NaNoWriMo: Keeping married couples silent and in separate rooms every November.