Today is the last day of NaBloPoMo, the month where bloggers attempt to post every day, "until the internet explodes" as one clever person put it. I finished, and managed to do a post a day, despite the fact that there were days when I literally felt like I had nothing to say. Those were the days when YouTube came in handy. Thank God for Wordless Wednesday, is all I can say.
Overall, I think I learned a few things about my blogging self by doing this. First, I'm not cut out to blog every day. Once a year for thirty days is about the best I can do. I don't like writing with a deadline. Sure, a review now and then is ok, but something every blessed day is really not my style. I like to to take time when I write, revise, edit, and consider. There were a few things I posted at 11:30 at night, just to make sure I had something up. I shudder to read those again.
I think my family will be happy to have me back again, and not glued to my computer whenever I'm at home and supposed to be with them. Frank was nice enough to write a post for me when he was in China, but I didn't post it because I thought that might be cheating, and because he didn't give me the pictures to go with it. Alex was pretty patient during the whole thing, and occasionally would tell me, "Go work on your blog, Mom" when I would crab at him for one thing or another.
I didn't spend as much time visiting other NaBloPoMo blogs this year, and I didn't comment very often on the blogs I visit regularly. I still read most of them, but didn't even attempt to comment every day like last year. Something had to give, and that was it.
So, until next year, I'll be your ever-sporadic, mommy-political-travel blogger of miscellany. Back to business as usual.