I've been putting off writing this post for a couple of hours, now. Not because of the subject matter (obviously) but because I feel quiet. There's no room for quiet in NaBloPoMo, only constant chatter, and that sure does get old. It's fine for testing myself, but I don't think I'll do it again. I don't like spending 1 to 2 1/2 hours per day (depending on how often I'm interrupted) blabbing about nothing. I've gotten a couple of gems out of it, maybe, but I may feel they're gems only because of the shit which surrounds them.
Bloggers get advice to write posts regularly to draw readers, but you know what? If I come across a blog I like, I subscribe to the feed. I know if there is a new post I'll be alerted. It's not the frequency with which they post that keeps me reading. In fact, if the posts come far enough apart, it's a nice surprise when they do show up in my reader.
I feel the same way about NaNoWriMo. It was a good exercise I don't feel compelled to repeat. The pressure to produce words over meaning is ultimately destructive, for me, at least. It's a really cool idea, and I'm glad a lot of people have enjoyed the experience, but I do hope those people are actually thinking about whether or not it's right for them, rather than just getting caught up in the enthusiastic atmosphere as I did. I did it two years. The first book is sitting half-finished, abandoned, and the second one I'm still trying to straighten out. Not only did I fail both years, adding to my guilt, but I actually created a huge amount of extra work for myself. Hindsight.
I know some of you really believe in NaNoWriMo, and a lot of you have participated in NaBloPoMo. What did/do you get out of them?
(This post took only 20 minutes. The day I feel the least like blogging was the easiest. Hm.)