Not until yesterday did I know about NaBloPoMo, or National Blog Posting Month. I have known about NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy for quite a few years and have, unsuccessfully, attempted them before. I should have assumed that there is a blog version. Surprisingly, I feel more excited than I thought I would be. Even on Sunday, when I was thinking of taking an indefinite break from blogging because, well, it wasn’t going too well, I felt quite the reverse in a day, where I felt compelled to post every single day. Is that what a challenge feels like? Hmm, I had not known such a feeling for quite sometime.
That is not to say that, being a cautious person, I don’t have my usual set of qualms about it. I am the kind of person who, if she ever has an athletic child, would stand by him or her at the beginning of a race and list all possible consequences of running just before the race starts. I am not joking. My mother reminds me of every possible danger I may (or, usually, may not) encounter before I go out. My justification for this procedure (I don’t know what hers’ is, but I always put it down to maternal concern) is that if you can consider all possibilities, nothing can surprise you.
So, NaBloPoMo (sounds like a Mexican dish!) is new to me, and I am testing it out. I am measuring all possibilities to see if we fit. If we are going to do this thing, we need to know if it works. Firstly, I already am a blogger. That is leagues ahead from what I was for NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy. Secondly, there are no word limits, or underlying theme and characters, or anything to make me get bored on an ideational level with the challenge. When I started blogging, most of my posts were more directly based on Psychology, since I had a passion for it and wanted to have a platform to share my ideas in a semi-formal manner. Since then, I have changed my overall tone quite a bit, writing personality-driven posts that mostly deal with writing. While I’m sure that those will keep coming, I want to shake things up a bit and write more on Psychology, as well as other things. I have never really done reviews, which is again not something I particularly want to do. But, discussing books or music is something that can still fit in here. For example, I once discussed panic disorders with relation to Sam Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings. Using personalities other than my own to discuss ideas will be a relief to many, including myself.
But, don’t think you are escaping me yet. There will be moments of frustration of course, and you know that the only way I deal with that hell is by coming here. And that is what leads me to the big question of productivity. I know that the first time I fail to post in the month, it will prevent me from posting at all. I see that you don’t have the flexibility of NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy here, where you can catch up if you miss a day or two. Of course, I could write my posts in advance. I have this ever-increasing list of Of’s in my phone. I counted the unwritten ones today and they totalled forty-three. Now, even if some of them don’t work out, I have ideas enough for thirty posts. All I have to do is write them.
And writing them is not even the scariest thing. It is that incessant voice that, unlike for others, does not speak from the back of my head. Maybe, my brain’s on the wrong way round, but a voice from the front, behind my forehead, has been asking me since I got to know of NaBloPoMo – Will it matter? Not will I be able to do it, for we all know, especially subconscious me, that I can churn out an approximately 700 word post everyday, if I want to. But, I am being warned of not expecting it to change the rhythm in which Of Opinions has been functioning. Because, that is exactly what I want to change. Not writing more, but to show that Of Opinions is an alive, curious thing, with an even better future ahead than the wonderful five months she has had so far. I want you and me to care more about my blog, my baby, so that we can make something beautiful out of it. November is a beautiful month for challenges. It gives you one last chance to make up for all that you have been putting off the rest of the year. And if you do it, well then, you go ahead and have yourself a Merry Little Christmas and happy new year. I hope, I will.