Wednesday, October 31, 2012

I challenge myself!

Tomorrow seems like the perfect day to start a new blog challenge.  I'm going against my better judgement and doing a 30-day challenge again, but this time, it's lighter and fluffier and has half the calories and one-third less fat than last year's 30-day challenge.  (I have no idea what that even means.  I'm feeling giddy from all the gravy I had at dinner tonight.)

November is also NaNoWriMo (aka. National Novel Writing Month), which seems kind of fitting for a blog challenge.  And while I'll probably never write a novel (Or maybe I will, you never know.  I'll probably start ten, if I know myself, and I'm pretty sure I do), I can at least pump out a few paragraphs a day on some silly topics, right?  That last sentence alone, with all of its asides and parenthetical thoughts, would probably drive any editor to drink.  Maybe I'll write a novel just so I can watch members of the publishing field descend into madness.  Sounds like my idea of fun!

It's that time again... resurrect the ol' blog.  Looking back at my last entries, I see I failed miserably at the 30-day blog challenge.  Not surprising, since I can't seem to focus my attention on anything for 30 seconds, let alone 30 days.

Today's activities include purging/cleaning/organizing my bedroom and laundry.  Mounds and mounds and mounds of laundry.  And just when I think all the laundry is done, I'll find more laundry!  If only laundry was a finite task, eh?  Wouldn't that just be the bee's knees?

Saturday night/Sunday morning marks the end of Daylight Savings Time.  I can feel the seasonal affective disorder kicking in already.  It doesn't help that Hurricane Sandy has blessed (ha!) us with rain for 5 days now, so we're going into the shorter days with a deficit of sunlight.  Maybe blogging will help me get through these dark days of winter.  Perhaps I should go a-Googling to find a blog challenge.  And maybe this time I'll actually finish it!  I should look for a shorter challenge so as not to set the bar quite so high.

I guess I should get back to cleaning my room.  I always feel like such a teenager when I say that.  And I'm pretty sure if my mom saw the state of my bedroom right now, I'd be grounded for a really, really, REALLY long time!