NaBloSoMoHos - one more time, with feeling

Good grief. Here we go again. A cup of masochism, anyone? One lump or two?


Recent events have indicated to me that I should start focusing a bit more on the creative side of my head. Happy Sarah is Creative Sarah. Creative Sarah equals writing a lot. Writing a lot, as it turns out, means happier blog stalkers.


You're welcome.


For this purpose, I have committed (not unlike "voluntarily" entering a mental institution) to writing every day for a month in the game we like to call NaBloPoMo - National Blog Posting Month.


Savvy folks may remember that I joined this insanity last year. I met tons of wonderful and wacky people, and I think we all learned a little bit about ourselves.


What did I learn? I learned that I should never say that I WILL write every day for any amount of time. I should just say, as I will now, that I will ATTEMPT to do so. I may not succeed in an upside-down-for-90-years-like-David-Blaine kind of way. No. I'm much more of a punch-me-in-the-stomach-and-watch-me-flinch-from-internal-injuries Houdini sort of person.


I will now attempt to write as often as possible (perhaps every day!) for the month of November. I guarantee that one of us, you or me, will bleed, perhaps even have enlarged vital organs. Maybe even be missing a digit or three.


I'm willing to take the chance.


How about you?