November means a few different things in the blogosphere. It’s kind of hard to figure out which way to go.
There’s Movember. I could campaign all month to raise money and awareness for men’s health issues, specifically prostate and testicular cancer. This is an issue close to my heart. I could spend the month writing about my father. Every little girl loves her dad and I am no different. My dad is a prostate cancer survivor. And moustaches? I am pretty lucky. One of my favorite people is a proud wearer of the moustache. I could write about my dad, post funny pictures of Q and his ‘stache. The posts almost write themselves, right?
I could spend November being grateful. Quite a few of my friends on the Book of Face post a new status every day leading up to Thanksgiving. I’ve got more than 30 things to be thankful for surely. Shit, in the last month I can zip up almost 30 pairs of jeans that have been in my closet for the last two years without seeing the light of day (what up, p90x! Hollah atch’er girl!) There might be a few other slightly less trivial things I am grateful for.
But what about NaNoWriMo? National Novel Writing Month. A movement that began in 1999 in San Francisco – a month long effort to produce a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. For several years I have been tempted to give it a go. Creative fiction writing terrifies me. I am way too chicken shit to start it unless it is on a dare and NaNoWriMo is a good enough reason to give it a go, right?
If NaNoWriMo is too daunting there is always NaBloPoMo – National Blog Posting Month. The first NaBloPoMo was in 2006. Currently NaBloPoMo is sponsored by BlogHer. Surely I can commit to a post a day, right?
I’ve had a pretty good run this last week or so in the Blog Universe and I have lucked in to a handful of new readers. It has resulted in my feeling a wee bit of stage fright. I want desperately to deliver the funny, the poignant, the truth. And I am coming up with a fat lot of nothing. Maybe this is the kick in the ass I need?
It’s November 1st today, guys. Today. I kinda need to make up my mind. Em gets off the bus in three hours and Lucy is currently asleep in my lap. My Get Shit Done on the Laptop while Lucy Sleeps time will be over in less than an hour. And my String Together a Complete Sentence in My Mind time is over the moment Em gets off the bus in a Post Halloween Candy Coma, a coma that can only be cured by more candy.
Speaking of those 30 pairs of jeans… I should probably clean out my closets. Did you just feel the A-ha moment?! I just had one.
November. Here’s the plan. You are familiar with the game Screw Marry Kill, I hope. A list of three people. You have to pick one to screw, one to marry and one to kill. It’s a mindebendingly important game among teenage girls and people with nothing better to talk about. Andy Cohen brought it back to me on Bravo’s Watch What Happens Live (by the way if you don’t watch WWHL you must have really important things to do while you fold your laundry. Click the link above to see Meryl Streep play Screw Marry Kill!)
I won’t be playing Screw Marry Kill all month while hitting you up for Movember donations (although that is a spectacularly clever idea.) Instead I will put a link to Movember in my sidebar and nag you on occasion!
I will be writing every day this month and participating in NaBloPoMo. Instead of Screw Marry Kill I wil be playing a game of Keep Trash Donate in an effort to clean out my closets, give a little in the form of donations to my local thrift store and remind myself that there is more to be grateful for in this life than Stuff.
All month. 30 days. Something I will Keep, something I will Donate and something I will Trash. The only rules – it can’t be something that belongs to the kids or to MQD. I get cleaner closets and less clutter, you get a peek at what matters to me.
I will start with those jeans in my closet. Stay tuned for gratuitous ass pictures.