NaBloPoMo: Big Intentions

How many times does a blogger need to start and then give up on a post a few sentences in before giving up on blogging altogether? Because everything I’ve written (or have tried to write) for almost a year just seems completely blah. I’ve been asking myself the same thing for many months now: Is the end nigh? Or do I need to try something like NaBloPoMo again? Is it just that I lack ambition?

And so here it goes: day one of NaBloPoMo. And look! I’m already setting myself up for failure. But I keep thinking about the first time I participated in NaBloPoMo and how forcing myself to write every day ended up being all sorts of awesome. And I seem to remember some pretty memorable posts/comments being born because of it. Like Desperate Measures, where I used something (not so babylike) to try and soothe my son to sleep. Then there was the entire “Birth of Emory” series.

And last but so not least, there was a post called My Sack Of Cells, which is just so difficult for me to read today given everything that happened over the last two years.

Excerpt from that post:

“Over the years, many friends of mine (so many, I no longer have enough fingers to keep count) have had miscarriages. Still others spent months and months and months crying and fighting while trying to conceive. I know couples who spent nearly their entire life savings trying to have a baby. I have heard horror story after horror story. And I wish I were exaggerating, if anything, I’m holding back a little bit. But if there’s a point to be had here, it’s that I was convinced, based on what I learned from the people I know, that it would take me forever to become pregnant. And I was even more convinced based on the number of miscarriages I had heard about (seriously, dozens and dozens) that I would most likely experience at least one miscarriage.”

Ugh. Just ugh. A giant sigh.

Anyway, so, yeah. I’m going to give this a go again, my friends. And I do hope something good comes out of it. And I do hope I can jumpstart whatever part of my brain is needed to compose and actually “print” a post.

So, here goes nothing.