Submitted by megan on Sun, 11/30/2008 - 15:33
At 10 pm last night, I ordered a pot of tea.
More Raging Grannies than raging, really. But I wasn't really in the mood for raging anyway, yknow? November, for me, is not a month for raging. Not that I can tell you which month is, but I can tell you that it is certainly not November.
Tonight might be more of a step in that direction, however. The BR and I and 90% of the people I know are going to be at Indecent Exposure, a burlesque show put on by a couple of different troupes, one of which I might be performing with on their next outing. Though the show ends at 11, and I have a suspicion that by definition, raging may have to extend past midnight. But the evening will involve mostly naked cute girls and boys, and who doesn't like that? Not me.
That certainly gets something raging.
So I don't know about this NaBloPoMo business.
Going through my archives, I realize I feel the same way about it this year as last. It's a good exercise, to blog every day, to keep and get me writing. But it does tire me out for other kinds of writing, and I feel like even though the quantity is up, the quality suffers. I don't think I do my best writing when I'm searching for stuff to write about.
I've gotten some positive feedback from people, and by and large, my numbers are up, so it seems the quality hasn't suffered overmuch. Still and all.