To be honest, I’m not having much fun with NaBloPoMo this year.
I don’t know why; perhaps it’s because this week I’ve started getting emails again of the “You call yourself a writer? Then how about you clean up your grammar?” variety.
Which, on one hand, hooray! It’s been a while since the narks have been around. Then again, in a spooky coincidence, it so happened I went to Mark Tredennick’s book launch the other night of his Little Green Grammar Book. I sat and listened to him talk for 90 min on language, its tricks and intricacies, only to walk out feeling as self-conscious as I ever have about my writing. I know I know, deep down, most of the rules but I still berate myself. I am my own harshest critic. Trolls, be damned. I’ll not have my little playground here at Miscmum – my haven, my bit of fun – overrun with overt pedantry.
Because, believe me, if I do misplace an apostrophe, no-one gets more annoyed than I do if I discover it later. And the moment Miscmum becomes tiring, or draining, emotionally or otherwise, then I will stop writing here.
Another reason why I’m finding the posting deal hard this month is, well, I’m not much in a talking mood. I’ve gotten lists of potential blog posts written out, but my problem is I’m almost empty. Creatively, that is. It’s been a long year and I’ve used my brain in lots of ways it has never been exercised before. I’ve taken risks and I’m not too sure what’s left over is even worthwhile bothering to post.
Still, this happens. We all get in a writing rut from time to time. It will pass.
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Oh? Remember the ‘no-period’ stress? Well try going from nothing in almost two months to two periods in four weeks.
Uterine lunacy.
