Jack learned a new half-assed word this Halloween
Nandy or nandeh
It starts with an "n" and ends with a whine, like the other 3 or 4 words Jack throws around on a regular basis, but this one is pretty easy to figure out. I think he's saying it right now, in fact, with escalating tension and some tears at the breakfast table. Neato.
So, NaBloPoMo. 30 posts in 30 days. I thought it sounded like fun, and I figured I have written a lot more in 30 days. I am thinking of the last awful month before I defended my dissertation, all those semesters of grad school when I slammed together 3 or 4 30-page papers in a couple of weeks, every freaking November when the conference I always attend just sneaks up on me (it sneaks up on me EVERY YEAR-- it is like a ninja conference) and I need to quickly produce papers to read (papers I proposed back in, oh, FEBRUARY when the conference deadline seemed for gloriously far away).
I actually have never thought this 30 posts in 30 days looked very hard to tell you the truth, but I have always been jealous of all my favorite bloggers who participate because it looked (and read) so FUN. This year, without my dissertation hanging over my head like my own personal thunder cloud, I am all in!
I think NaBloPoMo seems like a really good test of invention. Like Becca said on Facebook, I don't totally have a post-a-day exciting kind of life, so I hope to push the creative boundaries and find cool things to say. Which, I know, I should SHOW and not TELL, but whatev. It's a BLOG-- the writing is not always gonna be good, you know?
And now a moment of zen. My baby posed in a blinding sunbeam at the grocery store: (he's so docile; I wonder how long that could possibly last):