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Okay, this is ridiculous.
Don’t just steal NaNoWriMo*. I know you’re jealous. It’s okay. You can be jealous. But please, we’re all bloggers here–we have an ounce of creativity among us. We can come up with a new name. I promise you we can.
How about “Blog-A-Day?”
OH WAIT. We already have that. HMMM.
“But,” I hear you say, “how are we to celebrate this glorious month of November if we already have a daily-posting thing?”
How about just point everyone to NaNoWriMo and say “Hey, maybe you should try writing a novel if you want to celebrate National Novel-Writing Month.”
NaNoWriMo came first. It’s going to be thirteen this year. It also has a much better ring to it than NaBloPoMo, which sounds like you’re trying to say “No, blow porno” with your mouth full of spaghetti. Which seems inappropriate on so many levels.
I’d be okay with it if it wasn’t exactly like Blog-A-Day. I would. But the whole purpose is to steal some of NaNoWriMo’s thunder. And I think we’re better than copying someone else’s good idea.
*My autocorrect thinks this word should be “matrimony.” Hee.
I just checked my stats and some poor soul has been checking my blog nearly every day for the past week. This is made worse by the fact that I haven’t posted in a very long time, so there was really no reason for them to check my blog every day in the first place except that maybe they really wanted something new to be there.
And now I feel horribly guilty because they probably thought I was murdered or institutionalized or forced into life as a hermit.
Okay, so maybe they didn’t think that. But I still feel guilty.
I’ve been thinking about adopting a regular update schedule. To cut down on my own self-imposed guilt at not posting regularly, and to also give people a reason to actually read my blog. This whole haphazard posting style is probably not very conductive to gaining and maintaining an audience.
So what I’m going to do is start trying my best to get a post out on Fridays.
Eventually there may be a theme to my posts (I’ve also been thinking about starting a weekly “Hatefully Addicted” column), but for right now I’m just going to focus on a simple deadline, once a week.
If I miss a week, I’ll let you guys pick a punishment for me (kind of like what the vlogbrothers do), and I’ll take pictures of me doing whatever it is you’ve made me do. Just be reasonable, please. Don’t ask me to fly to the rainforest and cuddle with snakes, go on fear factor, or drink bleach. Please. I don’t care how well that anaconda can cuddle. I’m not ready to die.
I’m gaining job experience as we speak. This is ridiculously wonderful.
I found out today that many publishing companies and other literary places like that consider blogging to be a form of job experience. My world has been rocked.
This means I have years of experience. Sure, most of it is crap, and it’s spread out over a few blogs, but still! There has to be some gems in here somewhere. Maybe not diamonds, though. Something cheap, but still sparkly enough to attract some sort of attention. Maybe agates or quartz or something. Cubic Zirconium.
Anyway, I’m seriously considering applying for some stay-at-home writing or copy-editing jobs. It would be part-time, something easily doable in tandem with my full time gig. And it would be in my major to boot.
I mean…I love my job, but I don’t want to be a secretary forever.
I’m just really excited that something I’ve already been doing counts in “the real world.” Here I was thinking I was just goofing off on the internet and I’ve actually been somewhat productive.
Now if only I can get my novel-reading hobby to count as experience, I’ll be set. “Applicants must have read over two hundred books in their lifetimes.”
Somehow, I don’t think they’ll go for that.
I haven’t been blogging lately.
I teeter between feeling incredibly frustrated that what I write seems so insignificant and feeling angry that I haven’t fulfilled my “calling” in life by writing more.
I’m an English major. My biggest talent, my one selling point, has been my writing skills.
I feel like I’m failing myself. Like I’m failing you, my readers (all two of you).
I’m allowing life circumstances and my own emotional state (the “I don’t wanna” syndrome) prevent me from writing. I’m choosing not to write. I have commitment issues with my own blog.
Hell, I have commitment issues with the Internet itself. I rarely stick around anywhere long–I tend to drift from social site to social site. Facebook is the only exception to that rule.
So I sat here, in my office chair, wallowing in my feelings of failure and wondering how many other people felt the same way.
I can’t say I had some sort of life-changing epiphany. But I’d bet my ass that there are a great deal of people in the world who aren’t entirely happy with who they are and what they’re doing. I can’t promise I’ll stop beating myself up over what I’m doing or not doing. But at least I know I’m not alone in this.
And for the record, I’m a damn good writer. I just need to have more confidence about what I write, quit letting fear dictate my moves, and actually write down the stories in my head.
I’m normally really chill about grammar. It’s a tough thing to learn, and my grammar’s not perfect (I like comma splices. A lot. And sentence fragments.), but there are still some things that really bug me. But there is one that bothers me above all others.
….guys, this one is just ridiculous. If something is “regardless,” it is without regard, i.e., it doesn’t matter. Here’s how I remember it: regard-less. Less than regard.
If something is “irregardless” it is without less than regard. Ir is a prefix that means “without” or “not.” “Irregardless” does not mean “regardless,” and they are not interchangeable. Does that mean “irregardless” has regard? Can “ir” before “regardless” be constituted as a double negative that somehow makes “irregardless” mean that you care a whole, whole lot?
“Irregardless” is redundant. And it frustrates me. Can we stop using it? Please? It’s wrong, and it makes me want to become the grammar police, and that’s not my job.
Regardless (see what I did there), I might just have to learn to deal with it.
But if you use “irregardless,” and you’re just an acquaintance, I won’t correct you. I will silently judge you from my place atop my grammar high-horse.
Or, if you use it enough, I might throw an angry cat at your face.
Just kidding. Maybe.
UPDATE: I figured it out.
Why you guys like “irregardless” so much. It’s because of “irrelevant.” It’s got to be. “Irrelevant” is a correct “ir” prefix attached to the root word “relevant.” “Relevant” means “to be important, to matter.” “Irrelevant” means “to be unimportant.”
The two words “relevant” and “regardless” sound sort of similar, I guess? And since the “ir” rule works with one, I figure that language intuition (which is a thing that happens with native speakers–you get to a place where you can basically just feel your way around grammar and be mostly correct) says that you can use “ir” with regardless, too.
The problem with that is that you already have a suffix (“less”) with “regardless” that negates the root word “regard.” So the “ir” is unnecessary. But that apparently doesn’t always register.
“Irregardless” is still wrong, and I will probably still have to throw angry cats, but….at least I know why it’s so blatantly used?