NaBloPoMo DAY 30:
Folks, I’ve reached the end of the line. Sayonara, NaBloPoMo. It’s been grand. Thanks to you, I’ve added 30 posts to my blog, with this last one being my 399th. Whew.
Yet, this last post is not a happy camper. Not by a long shot. In fact, it’s got an attitude like you wouldn’t believe, and whines incessantly.
“Why me? Why do I have to be the last post?”
“Why couldn’t ‘Oliver gets Soaked’ be the last one, or one of those dumb posts you write about things you find on your walks? As if anybody cares what you find, anyway.”
“So why couldn’t I be first,” it rants on. “Like the one you did on Day of the Dead, back on November 1st? Or maybe you could’ve posted me on Thanksgiving Day?”
“Because,” I say matter-of-factly, “How would it look for a Day of the Dead story to appear on Nov 30th instead of Nov 1, the day it actually falls on?? Ditto for a Thanksgiving post. In fact you should be thankful that I’m even including you at all in NaBloShloMo–or whatever-it’s-called.”
“After all this time you can’t even remember how to say NaBloPoMo?” It asks indignantly.
Sheepishly, I reply, “I still think it’s a dumb name. And with any luck, by tomorrow I’ll forget that I ever participated in it.”
“So that’s it, then? I have to be the last post?”
“Yes, because you’re the only one that can recap the whole month and reflect on what I’ve learned. So accept the responsibility and deal!”
That finally quiets him.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes. Please allow me to fill you in on NaBloPoMo and how I fared:
It’s been a whirlwind of conjuring up ideas and stories, writing, uploading, posting, and sharing my inner, as well as outer-most thoughts–from the inane to the sublime, with an immediate sharp turn into the ridiculous.
Posting everyday has been fun and also time consuming. I was terrified that I’d run out of ideas and not be able to deliver. I begged my cousin Adele to write at least half of the posts for the month, but she adamantly refused, though she did contribute twice, which was rather helpful.
But despite my trepidation, I managed to find all kinds of things to write about, and was never at a loss for words. I also came to the realization that daily posting meant having less time to visit your blogs. I tried to stop by when I could, but let’s face it, I simply couldn’t do it all. I’m not Wonder Woman, you know,
To blog as much as I did, and keep up with all my other responsibilities, I had to give up watching TV, reading, and a slew of other activities. Many a night I lost sleep, but what else is new? Partially to blame is Daylight Savings Time and Henry. His biological clock finally did adjust, but just last week he regressed. The little fiend.
So this is the last post on the last day of NaBloPoMo, and I can finally retire that blasted name for a year. Whoever came up with the abbreviation of NaBloPoMo should find a new way to annoy. Like scratching their nails across chalkboard. That would be far less obnoxious.
So, will I keep posting everyday now that I’ve gotten into the habit? As tempting as that sounds, a reality check gets the better of me. So, no. Will I do it again? Probably. But for now, it’s time to give it a rest.
I’m done. Finito. That’s all she wrote. The fat lady has sung and left the room.
I’ll be back soon to announce the winner of my NaBloPoMo contest.
In the meantime, thank you, mil gracias, merci beaucoup, and obrigado to all of you who cheered me on, encouraged me to continue and who felt my, ahem, pain. You rock!
Hasta la vista, Baby! It’s been real. Or, as Jimmy Durante would say,
“Goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are!”