Reflections on the Un-Celebration

Anne of Green Gables, by Peter Swan, found here

A month ago, on October 31, I said that I would be Un-Celebrating NaNoWriMo by doing my own writing project. That project was to post something every day in connection to a holiday on that date, whether it was a widely-accepted holiday or one person's brainstorm. I predicted that I might not be able to post every day of the month, but that I'd do my best.Well. My best apparently did the trick, because I have indeed posted every day in the past month.

I have written about things as mundane as common sense and sandwiches, and as lofty as literacy and love. I have held forth about toilets, talents, teddy bears, tongue twisters and tolerance. I've shared favorite books and recipes. Sometimes the posts have practically written themselves, and other times I've had to sweat it out, writing and deleting, changing topics or swapping out anecdotes. This is the stuff of writing, the stuff that is deeply satisfying, stuff I love.

Frankly, I can't keep up the pace on top of a more-than-full-time job. But the richness of the past month has spurred me to post more frequently again. So stay tuned; for better or worse, there will be more.