A Month of Musings.
Last year, I signed up for this on a whim, mostly because I was sort of pressured by a co-worker. To be honest, it sort of sucked. It stole the focus from some other things I wanted to work on and it really came between the relationship I was trying to foster between my bed and I. But it also helped me deal with the death of my beloved Grammie, and channeling that grief properly helped me really make considerable headway in a writing project I have been nurturing for several years.
The lists of pros and cons go on for miles. I should really just start paying back this sleep debt I've racked up, right? I mean, isn't it time to focus on being stress-free and start whittling down the number of projects I'm tackling on a daily basis? Hmmmm? Isn't it?
Ahem. Of course I signed up again:
And for this, too:
If I think about the stress of it, my blood sugars start to rise. But that's not the point of this exercise. The point is to hone my skills as a writer and to dedicate a month - truly dedicate it - to becoming a stronger wordsmith. (Please remind me of this mantra around, oh, say the 15th, when I'm only 3,000 words into my project and I'm blogging senselessly about cats and Larry Bird and blood sugars and ... shit, I do that already.)