That is, the final post of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). It wasn’t nearly as exhausting or challenging as NaNoWriMo, but it gives me a certain level of satisfaction to have blogged every day for a month. This is especially considering how little I’d blogged this year up to November 1.
Although I registered with the official site, I never went back and logged in, so there’s nothing official with this effort. No kudos or certificates of merit. That’s fine. Production was its own reward. Now that November is finished, I won’t be dating my blog posts any more, which was annoying.
No, I won’t be attempting to blog every day from now on. There’s too much of the written word in the world already, most of it not being read. I’m not motivated to simply generate words, but if I have something I want to write about, no matter how insignificant in the larger scheme of things, I definitely will blog about it.
I’ll just close with a realization: I am two years older than the Grinch. “For 53 years I’ve put up with it now…” Oh, that does make me feel old! Not being 55 and rounding third toward 56, but being older than the Grinch. If I looked younger than him, it wouldn’t be so bad.