…to set up a new blog and then go wandering off and leave it just sitting there, all alone – unloved and unadded to. Really – who would be daft enough to do such a thing? Who would go to all the trouble of choosing a host, finding a name, sorting out a theme and selecting from thousands of options a pretty picture to go across the top – only to then go meandering off and leave it on its jacksie?
That would be me then. That would in fact be exactly what I have done with this brand new, squeaky-clean, sparkly-eyed blog. Mea culpa. Since it clearly has my very own name on it – I can’t even resort to the excuse and get-out clause long beloved and oft-used by every member of my family – namely… ‘It wasn’t me.’
It may of course be pointed out with some justification that this isn’t a brand new blog, since there are several entries prior to this one. Ah – but that was when it was a .org. Now Dear Reader, it’s a .com. A whole n’uther crittur. With a whole n’uther set of categories, guidelines, tools, plugins and other assorted doohickeys for me to get my head round. Which may explain the delay in actually doing anything with this new toy.
This also may not be the very best time to start writing this blog – because from one second past midnight tonight – I’m going to need all the words I can lay hands on and definitely can’t afford to go squandering any in advance. Why? Because, for the second year – I’m doing NaNoWriMo – joining the merry band of people all over the world throwing caution and sanity to the wind at the start of November in a bid to write 50,00 words by the end of it.
This year – just to add extra spice to the mix – and somewhat to my surprise I find I’m a NaNoWriMo rebel. The rules of the challenge say you have to write 50,000 words of fiction – but this year I’m going autobiographical with a book on Border TV – the workplace I called home for 22 years. I may scatter in a few bits of fiction here and there to protect the innocent – but the bulk of it will be fact, albeit somewhat filtered through my mind and memory.
Lesser challenges might cavil at that – pointing out that rules is rules and if you don’t like ’em you can sling yer hook and write somewhere else. Not NaNo through. It’s made of sterner stuff. If you don’t like the rules of NaNo – just bend them – or tweak them – or maybe drive a ruddy great bus through the middle of them. Just come onboard and join the fun anyway.
So now you know where I’ll be for November – please pop by and leave a word of encouragement – better still if you were a Border colleague, please leave a story of your own – just think of all the words you’ll save me!