April arrives in a few days, on Saturday, with Camp NaNoWriMo on its shoulders. Come that day, words words words and words will fill my every free moment. Not only do I resist blogging… I will also have no time to add more words to my load. Therefore, I shall instead chronicle. Briefly.
Saturday is not yet here, and today I have both time and the mood for wordiness. Perhaps, if I start this chronicle off properly, I will maintain it. I do not journal, except for spurts lasting a few days with several years in-between. Blogging has brought marginally more success, so long as it’s food-related. In which case, I manage to dedicate myself to blogging for a few weeks, rather than days, prior to my typical years-long hiatus.
I cannot commit to regularly-written lengthy and inspiring blog posts while simultaneously producing a novel. And yet, I do feel that chronicling the effort might foster the writing process. Recording my struggles, achievements, frustrations, joys, thoughts, and discoveries might be exactly what I (and others?) need to nudge along the word-count.
However, you’ve been warned. I will abandon these chronicles. Unless I do not…