There's another writing marathon going on this month called NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. NaBloPoMo is a sort of spin-off of that.
Actually, NaBloPoMo might have been joke aimed at NaNoWriMo, I'm not sure. But enough people took the joke too far, and now bloggers are seeing just how much and how often they can blog without getting tired of hearing themselves write and then eventually taking to drink just like novelists are want to do.
Blogging becomes an exercise in ignoring your own repetitive, annoying quirks.
With novel writing, if you get sick of your main character, you can have them get lost in the desert for ten chapters and then show up for the Deus Ex Machina ending. Because let's face it: any time you're pressed by deadline to write a story of any length, the most frequently employed endings are
A) OMG, it was all just a dream, or
2) There is an overlooked weak spot in the system and one shot aimed at this weak spot will destroy the antagonist and save the Rebel Alliance, or
C) A character who disappeared in the first two chapters suddenly shows up for the thrilling climax with ninja killing skills and/or a marriage proposal.
And that's how most narratives go.
With blogging, it's all different.
With blogging...I mean, hell. I'm no ninja. And I'm already married. And as far as shooting down the Death Star, I just had to walk into the other room and ask my husband to tell me which Star Wars reference I needed for this post and then had to listen to him lecture me for five minutes about something called Wookieepedia - and this is right after he asked me whether or not Nookieepedia was in the cards tonight, and frankly, it's just discouraging to think that a spouse wouldn't know by now that lecturing their Better Half about Star Wars Geek Boy terminology is not exactly champagne and oysters when it comes to romantic exposition -
Damn. Where was I?
Oh! Novel writing versus blogging. With blogging, we're not going to wake up and find out this is all a dream and that it's really still July and we're heading into a long weekend of barbecues and booze and massive doses of vitamin D.
The nice folks at NaBloPoMo have done us a copacetic solid by fashioning some writing prompts to help bloggers through the rough spots when kidnapping and dumping ourselves into the desert until November 29th isn't an option.
So far, I haven't needed the prompts. I'm a little more tenacious than most when it comes to putting up with myself.
But today I thought, "The heck. Let's do it. Let's use a prompt and see what happens." And I looked at the prompts - one a day up until today - and they are all so good, I couldn't choose.
And so, I didn't.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Who's the most difficult person you've known in your life, and what would you like to tell him or her?
I don't have any difficult people in my life. But if I did, it would be someone who said the word "Wookieepedia" to me. And then tried to woo me. And if I were married to that person I'd tell them that no matter how much I loved them and how many children I've had with them and how many times they made tea for me or charged my cell phone or lifted heavy objects from one part of the house to another, I could never erase from my memory the time they poked fun at me for not knowing what the Rebel Alliance was.
Wookieepedia. The hell?
Monday, November 15, 2010
Are you spiritual, religious, agnostic, or atheist? Do you think there is one path to God, or many?
I am spiritual, religious, and - on a low sugar day - agnostic. I think there are many paths to God, and most of them require four wheel drive and picking up hitchhikers and being nice to them even when you think they may have an ax.
Friday, November 12, 2010
What's the biggest sacrifice you've ever made for another person? Was it worth it?
The biggest sacrifice I've ever made for another person was carrying them around in my body for nine months and giving up booze and sushi and roller coasters during that time; sacrificing ether-heavy evenings and instead forevermore sleeping - when I could sleep - with one ear open for cries and coughs and phone calls in the night; and, understanding that no matter my own ideas of "selfishness" and "self fulfillment", my true heart's content would now be forevermore dependent upon my children's health and happiness.
Yes. The sacrifice was and continues to be worth it.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
What do you *really* wish you were doing right now, and how soon do you think you can make it happen?
Writing for more readers. It will happen as soon as I can afford a really cool giveaway. Like a mansion. And a yacht. Or when I can write more ninjas into my blog.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
What do you like most about cold weather? What do you like the least?
Most - the coldiness
Least - the more coats
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
What was your favorite song this year? Muskat
Five years ago? Once Around The Block
Ten years ago? Oh jeez...I dunno...uhhh... Summer Wind
Twenty? Express Yourself
Monday, November 7, 2010
What would your dream home/apartment/condo/yurt look like? Where would it be? Who'd live in it with you?
Lots of light. Not a lot of clutter. Lots of color. It would be somewhere on a mountain near the ocean in the woods within walking distance of downtown. Anyone who wanted to help cook and clean would be welcome to live there with me.
Friday, November 5, 2010
What makes you notice someone?
They look like they happily couldn't care less whether anyone else is paying attention to them.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Would you rather be wealthy and ugly, wise and sickly, or beautiful and stupid?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Describe the plot of the next book you want to read, even if the book doesn't exist yet.
I smell a NaNoWriMo hack. Nice try.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tell us the story of a piece of jewelry you own. Where did it come from, and what does it mean to you?
I have a silver necklace with red carved stone inlays. My mother gave it to me. It belonged to my grandfather's first wife. She died while pregnant with their first child. I never wear this necklace. I haven't thought about what it means to me...other than it representing the possibility or impossibility of any one of my extended family members ever being here. There's that, I suppose.
Monday, November 1, 2010
How would your life change if you didn't have rent or a mortgage to pay, i.e., if your housing was free?
Hmmmm....well, I suppose that if I had all that freed up cash, the first thing I'd do is OH MY GOD, A NINJA! COVERED IN CACTI! WITH AN ENGAGEMENT RING! SOMEONE ALERT THE WOOKIES BEFORE I WAKE UP!
|I can guarantee that this is the face my husband is making right now while reading this blog entry.|