It’s day 30 of NaBloPoMo. Can you believe it? Posting daily has become almost normal. I find myself writing more fluently, no stalling and pondering what exactly I want to say, writing, and deleting, and rewriting. In fact, on the days that followed the three days that I was too knackered to post, I felt a little out of practice. Daily posting seems to turn a spigot in my head that lets the words out. Sometimes, the words link together harmoniously, like a daisy chain coming full circle. Other times, I throw metaphors around like so much confetti after a really boisterous new year’s eve party. Still, this NaBloPoMo thing has inflamed the itch to write, and for that I am grateful.
Another thing I’ve learned is that posting every day is exhausting, though not for lack of ideas. The more frequently I post, the more I think about food, the more I want to share with you. But all the cooking, thinking, writing, editing, and rewriting—and lest we forget: photo snapping, winnowing, grimacing at bad photos, resizing, and uploading—is a lot of work. It’s like talking on the phone with your best friend for three hours. Great fun, but you could so use a nap afterwards.
Mostly, it’s been hard on poor A. November has been a blur of grocery shopping, planning Thanksgiving, cooking, posting, cooking, posting, cooking some more, and dropping in to say hello to my husband between posts. The poor man has forgotten what my face looks like, seeing only the glow of the laptop screen reflected on my forehead. “In December, I’ll have my wife back,” he says. I’m sure A is one of many NaBloPoMo spouses and partners who deserve a prize for their patience this November. Hmm… I’ll have to come up with something good.
