3800 feet up in El Dorado County. Taken a few weeks ago, when the deciduous species among the evergreens were just beginning to display their autumn color.
It’s Halloween this week, and that can only mean one thing: The annual start of NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo.
As much as I’ve enjoyed writing this blog, I’m not going to kid myself into thinking that I have it in me to write a novel. I made a few very halfhearted (quarterhearted? eighthhearted?) attempts in that direction in the halcyon days of my youth, which I always quickly abandoned due to a combination of lack of imagination, paucity of ambition and plain old horrible writing. So good luck to the NaNoWriMo crew, and may the fruits of your labor not languish in your sock drawer or molder in the slush pile.
Having said no to the novel, what does that leave me with? Well, there’s always memoir (everyone has a story, right?), but I’ve already written one of those. Poetry? I’ve dabbled in doggerel since the age of ten and, well, my poetry just plain sucks. In the immortal words of A.E. Housman, “it gives a chap the belly-ache.”
That pretty much leaves me with blogging, among the few media other than Tweets and Facebook posts that one can get away with doing badly. Doing it really badly may even yield the reward of many comments. You may not wish to read such comments prior to imbibing in a pint or two, but there you are.
I have participated in NaBloPoMo thrice. Each time resulted in at least a modicum of satisfaction (just for finishing, if nothing else). One must respect the achievement of those who finish the marathon, even if in last place. I’m far too old to be a millennial who was raised on trophies for participation alone. Still, as Dr. Phil intoned during a recent episode of his show, the law student who graduates last in his or her class is still called an attorney. (I have a few issues with that one, but okay.)
The above notwithstanding, there are only so many times one can make an effort as intense as that required by NaBloPoMo without going cross-eyed at the thought of doing it yet again. If further excuses are needed, I will cite preparation for an upcoming Scrabble tournament in Arizona and hours at work that seem to grow longer and longer by the week. Daily blogging was certainly a lot easier when I was unemployed. Nothing against NaBlo, but I am a lot happier being employed, thank you.
It seems a compromise is in order. While I will definitely not be blogging daily during November, I will endeavor to post at least weekly.
I figure that if my attention is diverted elsewhere, at least I can write about it.