This should go well. (Sarcasm.)
First, I have to tell you something even if it upsets someone. “Bloganuary” is the stupidest name I’ve ever heard. Well, maybe not ever, but it’s really bad. Even “Bloguary” would have sounded better. I think it’s because they fucked with the syllables and made it weird.
Second, I signed up for this (despite the stupid name—yes, I actually considered *not* signing up just because of the name). Here’s the description, in case you haven’t already seen it.
Each and every day during the month of January, we’ll post a prompt to our community site, as well as sending it out via email. The prompts will either be a question or a directive, helping to serve as inspiration for your blog content that day. Once you’re ready to publish your blog post, make sure to add a bloganuary tag. Our team will be looking for participant posts to highlight and share across the Reader, our social media channels, and the community site.
Third, I will write whatever the fuck I want. And I will not tone down my colorful choice of words. It’s one of the only ways my black wardrobe and I are colorful. I don’t even know if my posts will be truth, fiction, poetry, or something else I haven’t thought of yet. Aren’t you excited? You must be on the edge of your seat.
Fourth, I have no idea if I will be able to do this. If I had the prompts in advance, it might be easier, but that would defeat the purpose of encouraging me to write every day. I will try, though, because I want to write more. With the shitstorm that is my life, I haven’t been writing as much as I used to, and I need an escape. Or at least a distraction.
Help me, WordPress. Help me run away, if only through my keyboard.
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I would love them even if they had stupid names.
p.s. — I guess if I get stuck, I can skip a day. No one will care. Except me. I’ll beat myself up over it. Because it’s what I do.
p.p.s. — And may 2022 be the opposite of 2021. That would be fucking great. Thanks, whoever.