MOTHER OF GOD WHAT ARE THEY DOING UPSTAIRS. SERIOUSLY.
My apologies. But I'm glad I got that out of my system.
And why am I blogging on the floor?
**Sits up on the couch like a normal person**
And why am I hungry?
I had a cheeseburger earlier.
And I'm grumpy for no apparent reason.
Probably the upstairs people who insist on moving furniture every night at 9PM.
They know I have a kid. They've seen me with him.
Is this a blog or a venting forum? Or both? Is that what a blog is?
Anyway. I didn't open up my blogger to complain. Really.
I did have a topic in mind, suggested by my awesome cousin.
Actually, he's been trying to help me out of my blog rut.
When I first started reading his blog a few weeks ago, I felt deeply inspired to blog more, but I've recently hit a brick wall. And that's exactly how I felt after discovering my favorite blog...inspired, motivated...you get it. I felt the good things you feel before starting a blog that make you think you can pull it off until you get the dreaded blog block. Which...is hard to type. for sure. Blog Block. MMM.
Maybe it's a weird type of perfectionism? I seem to start writing and then stop because I find myself editing more than I should. I read other blogs that have regular posts and never seem to hit blocks, but maybe they're just...more honest than I am. There's always that voice in the back of my mind that says it's because they're better though.
I'm not looking for validation.
My goal nowadays is to simply have a project.
My goal is to figure out what makes the Anna tick...how I got where I am today, without the obvious answers. Life happened to me, but which parts made such a difference?
So this is what led me to decide to comply when my dear cousin suggested I join him in NaNoWriMo.
Sure, Mark. I don't have any clue what to write ONE BLOG ENTRY so you suggest I write a NOVEL.
The broader topic is comforting though, and I like the planning that goes in to it.
I enjoy plans.
And even if I fail...I'll have my project.
And it's much cheaper than decorating my apartment.