Finally. It’s over. 30 posts, 30 days. I’ve done it. (Yawn.)
I want to say that I’m feeling really proud of myself right now, but I’d be lying if I did. NaBloPoMo has noticeably hurt my grades and my health, (I’ve lost at least 70 hours of sleep as a conservative estimate) and I’m pretty sure I’ve written at least one thing that I’ll regret later on. And what exactly do I get out of it? “Self-fulfillment?” (whatever that is.) A higher post count? A bunch of incomplete ramblings posted for the world to read? Nothing that’ll look good on college applications for sure.
However, it was nice to have another goal in life besides school. If anything, NaBloPoMo taught me that there is time to do something else other than school if I’m willing to sacrifice sleep. (Then again, I’m already sacrificing sleep for homework.) In my case, setting aside a few hours each day for blogging allowed me to organize and pin down any non-academic ideas that had been floating in my head. (Ignore the day of the study guide.)
Writing requires a more rigorous thought process than thinking and speaking, since it creates a permanent record that can be scrutinized in detail. Aside from formalizing my thoughts, each post required me to think more on the topic, sometimes creating new points that I didn’t have before typing. In fact, I’ve recently adopted a new viewpoint on life because of blogging: If I can’t write at least 300 words about it, then it’s not important.
Surprisingly, after 30 days of continuous posting, I haven’t reached all the topics that I expected. With the pressure of a post a day, I didn’t have the time to delve in the deeper topics and write something substantial. Hopefully, those posts will surface someday when I have the mental capacity and time to create those ideas.
They say it takes 30 days to create a habit; to be honest though, I’m glad to drop NaBloPoMo tomorrow. I didn’t exactly have to force myself through all 30 days of writing, but each day individually was a struggle between sleeping and typing out somewhat coherent thoughts. My motivation was a mix between being afraid of explaining my failure and simply wanting to say that I finished NaBloPoMo successfully.
Another reason for doing NaBloPoMo and blogging in general is that I don’t think I’m getting enough writing practice from school. (English essays don’t count–who actually analyzes literature outside of class?) This blog serves as an informal platform in teaching myself how to write. Sure, I’m not being graded on each post, but I have enough self-awareness not to post anything too stupid. However, it’s pretty scary to broadcast your unfiltered thoughts to the Internet with nothing to hide behind.
A couple statistics:
Number of Days it would have taken to write 30 posts normally (assuming a post a week) : 210
Words: 16,623 (ugh, still significantly behind the 50,000 word NaNoWriMo-ers)
Average words per day: 554.1
Number of pages in MS Word, single spaced: 50
Shortest post: Post in Pictures: Diary Analysis: 0 words (although that could also count as 95, 459 words)
Longest post: 100 Questions: 2560 words
So what’s going to be my blogging schedule from now on? Blogging every day honestly wasn’t that bad, but without the motivation from NaBloPoMo, I doubt that I’ll keep it up. For now, I just want to sleep. Goodbye NaBloPoMo, and goodnight.