I challenged myself to write this.

At this point in time I would be considering doing Nanowrimo or Nablopomo with them both starting in November. I decided a long time ago that writing a novel in thirty days wasn’t something I was good at keeping to after a disastrous attempt a couple of years back. And yet, there has always been that urge to try again once I’d come up with a decent idea. I had even bought a book on novel writing ages ago in the hope that it might inspire, but no ideas came and so I resolved never to touch that particular challenge again – well, at least for a year.

Nablopomo however, was an altogether easier challenge for me. Writing thirty blog posts in  thirty days was simple enough to do, even if half my posts were more “yes I’m still at it!” than posting anything that was planned or remotely meaningful. I was still writing something though, even if it was a lot of crap. Plus I regarded completing the challenge two years in a row as a big achievement, seeing as I often tend to give up on a lot of things.

This year however, I’m thinking about not doing Nablopomo at all. I don’t really feel like I can come up with a month’s worth of blog posts and even if I could, my heart wouldn’t be in it at all. The other occasions I did it, I really wanted to put more content on my blog. I really wanted to write stuff and actually  had things to share. I’d slacked a little in updating the site and in writing overall prior to doing the challenge and this was my way to get into the habit again. Nowadays any attempt to blog finds me writing one sentence before deleting it or saving it to drafts – that’s if it gets that far. I feel that if I was to do it again, I’d want to really plan what I’m doing and have the ideas there, but I don’t think I’d always have time to do that. I don’t want to post for the sake of posting, as it’s always pretty obvious when someone does that (I can see plenty of examples on my own blog, when I read them back).

Most of all, I want to enjoy doing it, and I’m not sure I will this time. Don’t ask me why.

Ten Song Sunday 3

I really struggled putting one together this week. I’ve not been feeling that well today and didn’t really feel like going on the laptop to blog again earlier, but then I thought I’d try and see if it took my mind off feeling like shite. This is again pretty random but I hope you enjoy it.

(N.B. Yes the first song in this playlist is in Welsh. The only thing that I can understand is that it mentions the patriarchy but you don’t always need to know what someone’s singing about in order to know that it’s a f***ing tune, do you?)

This blog post came out of boredom.

And that is rather dangerous. Because when you blog when you’re bored, it tends to be about either nothing in particular or about a whole load of things but it’s all a bit scrappy and you end up deleting it later because you know you can write better than this.

But then again, you are glad that you posted this because there’s a load of things that you’re trying to get out of your system and if you’re going to put them anywhere it may as well be here. However, a punchbag would also be useful in times like these. Hang on, I have a couple of stressballs, they’ll do.

I know there’s something more constructive that I could be doing, but I can’t remember what it is. I know that there’s a whole load more interesting things I could be putting here, but I’ve run out of ideas and lack the motivation to find any. And yet I am motivated to type stuff, however dull or pointless it might be. Maybe I’ll find something among all this.

30 Blogs Of November: the sequel

Last year I challenged myself to post a blog every day during the month of November. It was born out of wanting to add more stuff to my site, after a while of barely posting anything and feeling like I was falling out of love with it. It was also out of thinking that I could do a month’s worth of blogging better than I could write a novel in a month. I had tried to do NaNoWriMo the year before and frankly, I was shit at it. Plus National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) is also a thing that incidentally, occurs on the same month as NaNoWriMo, so why not?

My NaBloPoMo experience was a bit mixed. While I succeeded in posting every day, a lot of what I posted was a bit, well, filler. Some days I didn’t have any idea of what to post, so I ended up writing about my (not entirely interesting) day, typing down random thoughts that occurred to me that very minute, even writing about not having anything to post. I deliberately avoided writing posts based on prompts as I wanted to work on my own ideas, not ones suggested on a website regardless of how bad my writers’ block was. The quality of posts varied, but I still managed to post something. It still felt a lot easier than NaNoWriMo, however on finishing the challenge I thought I could have put a bit more effort into what I posted. But then, that’s me, always thinking I could have done things a bit better.

This year I have decided to do it again. From the 1st November to the 30th, my aim is to post a blog a day. A lot of them will be written posts, but I’m hoping to get a few more photo posts and maybe even a video or two in this time. I want to play around with different formats this time. Hopefully I will have a few more ideas and have fewer “I have no idea what I am doing” posts this time.

Let’s see how I get on this time.

Rubbish

You know how it is, you come on here with the intention of writing something and you end up just changing your blog’s theme instead. 

Really, I did want to post something on here today but I couldn’t come up with anything, which is pretty much the case here these days. It’s not that I have fallen out of love with blogging, it’s just that I don’t really have the chance to sit down and come out with anything decent. Plus when I do have something that I think could make a good entry, I write it down, get stuck for words and end up abandoning it. While I know I shouldn’t be frustrated and it’s something that you shouldn’t get frustrated about I am. I don’t what it says about me (something not good, I bet), but I just wish that I could devote more time to this and be able to have something to say, rather than just go through the motions or post some “I’m still here” post like this is turning out to be. 

I hate to say it, but maybe I am not finding this fun anymore after all.

30 Blogs of November: Day 24 – A Note to Self.

Once again, I found myself stuck for another idea for a blog post. This has been a pretty regular thing during this challenge. Some days I had thought of giving it  a miss for a day and catch up the next.  I vowed that I would carry on throughout the month, I would not even think about giving up. 

Today, I nearly did give up. I thought that I had managed to do pretty well getting up to this point. I didn’t want to fill my last few blog posts with moaning about how I couldn’t come up with anything. I wanted to write something decent.

Then something hit me that made me feel like writing this:

 

Posting blogs in which you bang on about having nothing to write about is still writing something. Yes it probably isn’t writing anything interesting, but you’re still posting something. And isn’t that the whole point of a challenge like this?

Think of when you did NaNoWrimo. Yes you didn’t last long with it and your novel was mostly disjointed and sketchy but you still had a go. Besides, does anyone write a perfect novel in thirty days? I doubt it. Is every blog post written during the month of November a masterpiece? Absolutely not. Your blog as a whole is made up of posts of varying quality, from thought out pieces to spur of the moment rants and rambles. What you think is a poor post is probably good to somebody. Hell, you’ll probably read this back thinking it is boring, and you might even consider deleting it.  But you should still feel good that you spent another day writing something. And you know what? nobody gives a monkey’s what you write about anyway.  So long as it looks like you enjoy writing it. So bloody well enjoy it!

Hang on, there’s not too long to go now…

 

30 Blogs of November: Day 15 – The Halfway Mark

Today is the 15th of November.  This is my 15th blog post, which means I am officially halfway through the challenge of blogging every day this month.

If you have been doing the NaBloPoMo challenge yourself, then yay to you for getting to this point. Let’s all celebrate together by eating loads of Haribo and watching videos of animals doing cute things.  Hey it’s Friday night – we have earned it.  Well at least it is in the UK.  Still, celebrate it wherever you are, whatever time it is and eat whatever is sweet and liable to make you hyper.  By the way, how have you been finding the challenge so far?

 

 

 

 

30 Blogs of November: Day 1 – The Start of it.

So last weekend I decided that while other people were growing facial hair or writing novels (or both) in November, I was going to challenge myself to blog every day during the month. I actually thought it was a novel idea to do it during this month, until I remembered that this month also happens to be National Blog Posting Month (or NaBloPoMo for short). Heck I even posted about it last year, but I didn’t participate. Hey, there’s so many blog posts in my archive I can’t possibly recall everything I’ve written.

That said, I think something like this is a great idea, especially for those of us who think a 50,000 word novel would be a bit of a stretch for them over a month, as well as those who know it is. The beauty of blog posts is that they can be as short or as long as you like. And it doesn’t just have to be full of words either. Indeed, just posting an image on here can sometimes tell you more than a paragraph could ever tell you, I am rambling here aren’t I? Yes I am. Sorry. I was expecting this first post to come out better than this, but I am posting something…

The reason I am doing this, is to try to get into writing and generally creating stuff more often. I haven’t been posting as often lately, for a number of reasons and when I have been doing, it’s been more blogging for the sake of it rather than blogging because I really wanted to share something with the world. I know that there is a slight chance that this challenge I’m undertaking might still bring about a few “for the sake of it” type posts but at the same time I hope to regain the love I have for posting stuff and the thrill I get from writing about the stuff that interests me, the things I’ve experienced, or the stuff I’ve made up.  I’m going to try to vary the blog experience a bit too, by having the odd photo, or maybe even a  video post!

Anyway, that’s one post down, only another 29 to go. By the way, if you happen to have any suggestions for posts, should I get REALLY stuck or just want to answer the question “How’s my blogging?”  feel free to drop them in the comments or on my Twitter if you’re following. I will give you a shout out if you do either, promise.

I tried to write something today.

Something good. Something witty and engaging.

This was as much as I could come up with.

I don’t know if it’s my age, or the effects of living in the real world that has slowly killed off the creativity in me but I can’t seem to be able to write stuff as easily these days. When I was younger I used to write loads of stuff. The amount of stories I had, both finished and unfinished, clutter the pages of tons of notebooks I’ve had from childhood to young adulthood. My youthful imagination was awash with ideas. Some of them were utterly ridiculous, but who said all fiction had to be 100% realistic? Reality is rubbish anyway, most of the time.

I suppose some might  say it is wrong of me to force myself to write something, especially if there is nothing whatsoever in my head. You can’t make yourself be creative if the ideas are not there. But sometimes I feel if I don’t put a pen to paper or fingers on a keyboard, I’d go insane. Not entirely batshit crazy, but mad enough. Writing is the way I deal with stuff. It’s what I love doing and what I want to do with my life if I could. I’d rather do that as my work than waste my days in a workplace, the boredom of it all tearing apart my lonely and fragile soul. I guess I can dream.

Scribbling

I bought another notebook the other week.  I like notebooks, I have written about my liking of them before on here (I think it’s on this one anyway, go search for it). I must have loads of them at home, from various stages of my life, all full or half filled with stuff.

Why do I like notebooks? Probably because I like writing and have done for as long as I can remember. As a kid, you’d find me scribbling poems and stories in a cheap Woolworths notepad. Some of those stories would be left unfinished – OK, nearly all of them would be, but I enjoyed doing it.

These days, I still enjoy being able to empty my head of all the thoughts I am carrying onto paper. Even in this digital age with twitter and all that, I still prefer to jot my thoughts and ideas in a notebook. Whenever my brain is buzzing with an idea which won’t go away, it goes in the book. Granted, some of it will be nonsense, and some of it will have been written when I have been a bit emotional, but through all the ramble you could find something that is worthy of developing into something. In fact, a lot of my blog posts have come out of writing a paragraph in a page of one. I guess randomly writing stuff, reading it back later on and spotting stuff that could be developed is a technique that works for me. That said, there are times that I write stuff in a notebook or diary which I would rather not read ever again. Be glad none of that turns up on here or any other corner of the internet I lurk in.