SO it begins.
November. The ninth month of the year. Well, it should be, according to the name “November,” and it used to be, once upon a time, before emperors inserted self-tributes
into the calendar without regard to the repercussions, like a careless force-pushed commit of a new feature that should “obviously just work” with no need to test it first. But now we're stuck
with it as the eleventh month with a dumb name.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. November.
The month when we have to face eating all the Halloween candy the neighborhood kids didn't relieve us of entirely. When we realize we suddenly find ourselves counting the shopping days left to procrastinate
getting ready for Christmas, completing our life goals for the year, and, of course, this annual
tradition we celebrate here in my journal as well as millions* of others around the world: NaBloPoMo!
National Blog Posting Month, a spin-off of National Novel Writing Month that started many years ago,
is simply a communal effort by all those who choose to participate to try to post something every day
in your personal blog during the month of November. That's it. Simple.
Of course, in order to prepare for this, I have carefully planned a curated set of topics which will
perfectly entertain and inform my readers, with the posts all pre-written and staged, ready to post
on schedule as the days arrive on the calend—
Yeah, I couldn't type that with a straight face, either. I have no idea where I'm going with this
or what I'll come up with yet, day by day, just like every other year. It will be a combination
of what's happening in my life, what's going through my head, thoughts I'm pondering or puzzling
through, bits of whimsy, memes, lists, or whatever I manage to come up with in desperation as
23:50 looms threateningly at the end of the day at me.
Happy November, and welcome to #NaBloPoMo.
Blogging
is to writing what extreme sports are to athletics—more free‑form, more accident‑prone,
less formal, more alive. It is, in many ways, writing out loud.
—Andrew Sullivan