Unlike many of my friends, I don’t really have a desire to write a novel, but the whole National Novel Writing Month phenomenon has always fascinated me. And while I know it’s not an original idea. I’m contemplating applying the concept to blogging. I write for a living. I’m writing all the time. And while I want to do “my own” writing–the reflective stuff–it’s hard to apply the discipline to make it happen when my 9-5 gig is write-write-write, on deadline.
Then there are inspirations like the novelist Lucy March, who is not only writing (yes, novels), but is also blogging every day until her 40th birthday. This puts a single month of consistent blogging into perspective. I’m thinking I just might be able to accomplish this goal. And maybe even write something of consequence.
So. It’s November 1, and here I am. Just under the wire, so I’m not going to say anything profound. I will, however, leave you with the Facebook status line I posted less than an hour ago:
Amy is grateful that by this time tomorrow, the midterm election commercials will be silenced.
44 minutes later, it has 13 “likes” and one comment, from my friend Nancy:
And all God’s people said, “Amen!”