Everyday Everyonce in a while, I peruse back through some of my previous posts. I like to read what I wrote at various points, both to see how much has changed, and how much hasn’t. I also like to read because, frankly, I really enjoy reading what I wrote. It gives me warm fuzzies, like reading a great recommendation from a former employer or a card from Mr. X when were first courting. What can I say? When it comes to my writing, I am at my most vain.
I was reading some of the posts from last month when I did NaBloPoMo, though and I did not get my usual fuzzies. I checked to make sure that my fuzzy-meter was still calibrated and it was (damn! that was a good post). So, the lack of fuzzies must have been directly related to the writing. Case in point: 90% of the posts did nothing for me. (Ugh, did I really write that Clomid made my teeth hurt? Oof.) I pondered this fuzzy deficit and realized that for me, the act of having to write something everyday inevitably lead to less than the high quality product that I like to put out. (Oh, Lord, I just saw that I wrote “I like to put out.” Insert juvenile snickering here).
Sure, I can do 30 posts in 30 days. But, did I honestly add something to the general discourse? Not really.
You’re probably thinking, well, duh.
I see now with perfect clarity that there was no way I was going to be able to produce brilliance night after night. But, bless my overachieving little heart, I really thought I could. I think I’ll leave it to the professionals next time.
I can say that I’m exceedingly glad to be free of the tyranny of daily posting. I can let posts develop, simmer and go through multiple revisions before they really say what I want them to say. And, if they still suck, well then, I’ll just let them sit and think about their transgressions in my drafts folder.
I’ve learned the valuable lesson that just because I can post, doesn’t mean that I should, at least not every day.