(I forgot to post this here yesterday)
The last day of NaBloPoMo.
The 30 days went by fairly quickly and it wasn’t much of a chore,
I thought of lots of stuff to blog about and it never became a bore.
But I wonder why on day 30 I’m now suddenly starting to rhyme,
and I don’t have an answer to that question other than it’s not because of organized crime.
“Organized crime, did you say? What the heck does that even mean?”
I don’t know, Mister Stranger, I’ve no answer. But maybe you need to cut back on the caffeine!
“Oh, is that what you think, Mister. Know-it-all? Just who are you to talk anyway?”
I can’t answer to that question either, so I so I think I’m going to just back away.
“Run away, Mr. Weiner, let’s see if I care. You bloggers are one in the same.
Posting messages on topics, your thoughts random and odd with nary a care for a reference frame!”
Did he just say, “nary”, did I hear that right? Who uses those words anyway?
Hmm, maybe it’s a type of food poisoning, a delayed reaction from Thanksgiving Day?
Well, it’s none of my business; I’m going to move on now. That guy’s too angry, a real powder keg.
But I’m not going to leave until I go back and ask him if he’s got an extra turkey leg.
So I didn’t really enjoy NaBloPoMo as much as I did last year. I had questions about the new host site back at the beginning of the month and as time went on I was pretty much unhappy with the place and that didn’t change. There was just too much stuff I never figured out about the site and too much time spent thinking that I was the one guy blogging in a room filled with about a million mommy blogs. Not that there’s anything at all wrong with moms or moms blogging, it just felt sort of weird for me. Like sitting in a chair in the beauty shop on a Saturday morning waiting for your mom, or holding your girlfriend’s jacket and purse while she shops for dresses or underwear. You’re there and you’re doing what you need – and want – to be doing, but there’s the feeling that everyone is wondering what you’re doing there.
The big question now is what I do now. The answer to that question is that it’s not important. Last year I kept on after NaBloPoMo and posted for 100 days and then I stopped to focus more on other writing pursuits. They weren’t really successful, but rejection isn’t all bad, right? This year I don’t know what will happen, but I’ll have a better idea tomorrow.
Thanks to everyone who came here and read my rants for the last month and congratulations to everyone who finished another year of NaBloPoMo!
Please come and visit me here: www.michaelsfishbowl.wordpress.com
Congrats to everyone here who finished NaBloPoMo
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