NaBloPoMo

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When I first read about National Blog Posting Month, a challenge to post every day, and which actually happens every month, not just November, I thought, Nah. Who's got that many ideas?

By the time I got out of the shower, I had to scramble, naked, for paper to record the three original, insightful--visionary, even--topics that had come to me. Here we go. You with me?

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  1. Leighann of D-Mom BlogNovember 4, 2010 at 3:22 PM

    I'm attempting NaBloPoMo again this year. I'm tired just thinking about it, lol!

    Looking forward to your daily posts :)

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  2. Amy PhillipsNovember 4, 2010 at 10:14 PM

    I hadn't heard of this before visiting your blog. So it's all. your. fault. (In a good way)

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  3. voncookieNovember 5, 2010 at 5:32 PM

    Thanks for getting me to not slack! I'm trying to do three different NaNos right now, and man, I have not written so much since I was working full-time on my dissertation.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog, and, yeah, as for comment-for-a-comment, I'm totally IN!!!!

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  4. Amy PhillipsNovember 5, 2010 at 10:04 PM

    Why is it that we writers insist on manufacturing our own stress? I'm telling myself this month will be a good warm-up of the writing muscles. Of course I'm working on other muscles as well, and there's only so much time in the day...

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