FAIL

So there I was all keen, well-oiled and signed up for NaBloWriMo where all you have to do is write one little blog post every day for the month of October and I tripped at the nine day hurdle. Couldn’t get that post out in time no matter how hard I tried.

I knew it would be a challenge because I normally don’t post every day but I thought if I was organised enough I could do it. There’s the key word right there – organised.

I have selective organisation skills. I am very organised when it comes to housework, getting to work on time, getting my son where he needs to be on time, reminding my husband of his schedule and that the clean socks are in the same place in the drawer they always are (yes, right in front of you); feeding my fish, feeding everyone else, but when it comes to writing I am often scatterbained and prone to chaos. I have ideas for stories all over my desk. I don’t know what half of them relate to or what I originally intended to do with them. Some of them are so old they are actually written on parchment. No, on papyrus.

I wanted to meet the challenge to show myself I could be disciplined but it just wasn’t meant to be. Perhaps the nine day hurdle in NaBloWriMo is like the seven year itch in a marriage. Or like the curse of the second album for a rock band. Or like that time I bragged and bragged about my beef wellington with the port wine jus that was perfect every time I cook it. And I had all these people over for dinner and it was burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. And the jus was more jelly-like than jus-like.

Perhaps the nine day hurdle is like that.

I am sorry I didn’t make it. I wanted to, but writing a blog post every day is harder than you think. I wish everyone who is participating the best of luck. Don’t let those hurdles stop you. Don’t let the spirits of disorganisation tease you with thoughts of hot chocolate and comfy cushions in front of re-runs of Sex and The City where Aidan was still in it. No no no. Don’t give in.

I know you can do it.