NaBloPoMo Defeat?

This isn’t quite how I planned on ending NaBloPoMo, or National Blog Post Month. I had expected to be fired up, energized, maybe even a better writer. I had hoped by now I would have broken through that wall, and been able to easily, if not at least more readily, come up with stuff to say about parenting, my opinions on life and why the rest of the universe sucks, or whatever.

But no.

I had started a blog post, but it was far too depressing and self-somethingorother. Yes, even more so than the previous paragraph. I deleted it. I didn’t just close it and set it aside for possible editing, I just CTL-A and backspaced. I then typed a curse word, resaved the document, closed it, then put it in the “recycle” bin. I was hoping this would be a bit more of a fresh start. I guess not.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m really glad I participated in NaBloPoMo. I may even do it again next year. I have one more blog post to come up with for tomorrow, then it’s back to irregularly unscheduled posts until Christmas, which kicks off Beatles Week. I love Beatles Week.

Back to NaBloPoMo.

Or not.

So what do I do now? I have less than 3 hours before I will have failed at NaBloPoMo. I wonder what the statistics are for those who signed up to participate. How many of them missed a day? How many missed a day within the first week? How many gave up halfway through? I really don’t want to fail at this. I harbor no illusions who this is for (especially looking at my statistics). This is a writing exercise for myself, and I don’t have many goals, but those few I have are manageable, and I would like to have some success.

Well, this post is almost as bad as the one I deleted.