Three more days

I have to say, I'm surprised I've been able to participate in NaBloPoMo without major incident and not a single shed tear. Sure, I haven't always posted the best material, but it hasn't been nearly as stressful as I imagined it might be when I reluctantly sold my soul to the devil signed up. In fact, the challenge of writing something every day is pretty fun. I think that's because I actually like writing. But that doesn't seem to be the case for everyone else. I've read a lot of whiny-ass posts lately. How many more days of this? I can't think of anything to write about. The dog ate my post. Blah blah, boo hoo. I just don't get it. Why do these people subject themselves to something like NaBloPoMo if they can't handle its basic principle: "Post every day for the month of November. That's all you have to do." Seriously, it's that easy, and it's not like anyone's holding a gun to your head. I find that there's a lot of self-loathing in blogging (not to mention horrible, horrible writing, too). And I get that, that one's personal web log is a place for that kind of thing. But sometimes I can't handle it, and I just want to scream at the screen, "Shut the hell up! Nobody cares!" Sometimes I've even gone so far as to compose a not-so-nice comment, only to delete it before hitting publish. Because that's the thing. Who I am to judge anyone else's blog? Instead, I can just click on through until something good comes along. And luckily, I've also seen a lot of great come out of NaBloPoMo, too. I just hope I can maintain this (semi) regular pace, because it feels good to write every day. Truly, it's what I was born to do. That all said, one down, two more to go.