I’m not saying I’m signing on to National Blog Writing Month this year. I’m just posting on the first day of November to leave my options open.
You know the first essay I ever sold to a major publication came from a NaBloWriMo post in 2006? (Thank you, Eden. xo) Quality over quantity used to be my tagline, and if that’s a binary proposition, I’ll go with quality every time. But I don’t think it is, anymore. I think quality can come from quantity. There’s a lot to be said for the law of averages when it comes to output.
Having said that, I’m working on a novel while trying to earn part of a living with online writing these days. My plate is very full. It would seem sort of nuts to add more pressure. Except that the surprising thing about committing to producing something everyday is that it forces you to ease up on yourself. Just write words. I could always use a little easing up.
So I’m not saying I’m signing on to NaBloWriMo this year. I’m just posting something on this first day of November. Words. A couple of pictures. Dip the net, and shake out the day’s catch, silvery and flopping, or rusty and clunking. Here it is.
I went to see my friend Lakey last month, and got my hair cut (this is not a sponsored message–Lakey is an amazing artist and if you care about hair, style and art, you want to keep up with her tumblr and Facebook page, regardless of where you live).
Lakey gave me bangs.
I don’t know why I ever stopped having bangs.
(Well, yes, I do. Because they weren’t Lakey’s bangs.)
That’s all I’ve got. Maybe see you tomorrow. Maybe not.
P.S. It just occurred to me what a weirdly apt topic this is for the Day of the Dead. The name of Lakey’s salon is Memento Mori, Latin for “remember we die.”
P.P.S. Don’t die soon.