So, I signed up for my first crack at NaBloPoMo.
And before I even began typing this, I was already questioning the decision.
If you don’t know, essentially you have to post every single day in the month of November. Which, considering the number of times I posted in October, isn’t really that big of a deal.
However, now I am going to feel obligated to post. And Peters don’t like being told what to do. Except by cute women. I find that endearing for some reason. I am so nuts.
And the days when I just don’t feel like blogging, I am still going to have to post something. Anything. So, you just know that is going to be half-assed. (Even moreso than usual.)
Because I’m loony, I’ll also be thinking that every day is someone’s first day to visit my site. And the first post they’ll see is a crappy NaBloPoMo filler post? This will bug me and make me wish that I had posted something better.
To summarize, I am going to feel an annoying sense of obligation mixed with pangs of regret, and you are going to be treated to even crappier posts.
What kind of sadistic bastard thought of this idea?
I am going to need some help coming up with stuff to write about. So, feel free to e-mail me with questions or issues to discuss. Of course, I’ll likely dance around the topics without really saying much, yet still revealing a little about myself in between the lines. If it ain’t broke…
If you are already signed up for this clusterfuck, you should add me as a friend! I only have one friend at the moment. (Hi, Jamelah!)
If you aren’t already signed up, why not join?
I’m sure that I’ve made it sound nothing but inviting.
I’m actually kind of excited.