Yesterday… my good friend on Twitter (aka completely random stranger whom I laugh with and admire) @Quadelle posted this tweet:
Righteo, I’m doing NaBloPoMo http://www.quadelle.com/ (not to be confused with NaNoWriMo.) Anyone else joining in? Bueller? Bueller? about 16 hours ago from TweetDeck
I have to admit it had me intrigued.
I’m not by spirit a competitive person and intrinsically shy away from the thought of having my work compared with someone elses. I said as much.
@Quadelle tried to tempt me with the lure of prizes:
@CarlaDelvex With nablopomo you can even win random prizes! Whee! Mind you, the prizes themselves are less than exciting. But still….about 15 hours ago from TweetDeck in reply to CarlaDelvex
But being the hater-of-junk that I am that would clearly never be an incentive for me.
@CarlaDelvex I use the term “compete” loosely. Perhaps more like, let’s reward ourselves/each other if we manage to write every day…about 15 hours ago from TweetDeck in reply to CarlaDelvex
Suddenly there was a little sparkle up above, glinting at me. Teasing.
I felt a little pull.
I followed her links to the speech that will inspire this month of writing.
It was penned by Mary Schmich, and begins like this:
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who’d rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there’s no reason we can’t entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ’97:
And then finally I was hooked.