30 posts in 30 days has been challenging, enlightening, fun, cathartic, bawse, grueling, delightful, and a bunch of other sh*t. I’m glad that I did it, and I’m proud of myself for staying true to a goal that I very easily could’ve scrapped without repercussion. Counting my other writings, it’s actually been about 35 posts in 30 days which makes it all the more exquisite. And like most journeys, I learned some stuff along the way.
I’m driven by deadlines.
The fact that I wrote 3 posts on the 30th day is just a testament to that. It’s better to get it done right on time than not at all. Besides, last minute work production is just how I roll yo. I thrive on the pressure and then have to go back and correct typos while the post is live.
I can talk myself out of stuff pretty easily.
Can’t tell you how many times along the way I was like “Ehh nobody really cares if I make it through,” or “It’s Saturday. Nobody’s gonna be reading blogs today,” or “I’m f*cking tired. It’s my site and I don’t have to write if I don’t feel like it.” That’s one of the downsides of being creative and/or smart. You really know how to rationalize stuff in your head to justify what you should or shouldn’t be doing. I made it through this, but can only imagine the number of things I’ve talked myself out of over the years.
I’m more creative than I thought.
For whatever reason, I wrote a couple poetry posts. Aight, I know why I did it. There was nothing else for me to write about, so I tried something different and it worked out pretty well. Truth be told, I titled these 2 posts “The Lab” to signal to people that the poems were out of the norm and might suck. I also gotta say that I felt a little nervous posting them. It wasn’t so much because of the potential for failure, but because I was letting people into a part of my mind that I usually keep away from the blogosphere. Regardless, I plan to post more going froward. Poetry is fun.
It comes in spurts.
My writing. The one loophole I gave myself was to produce 30 posts in days instead of 1 post everyday for 30 days. Some days I really just had nothing. But when I did, a lot came out. *snickering*
I love this personal blog.
In 1 month, I’ve surpassed 200 subscribers and seen a bunch of comments from people that I didn’t know were out there. One of the great things about this blog is that I don’t have to worry about traffic. The other great thing is that I don’t have to worry about entertaining. I write what I write and the people who follow along accept it for what it is. They understand that this is my creative playground and online journal. It’s f*cking awesome.
I like smelling a woman’s hair because it tells me whether or not she’s a good person.
Bullsh*t. I do like smelling hair though. Of course I don’t walk up to random chicks sniffing them. But if someone’s on my couch, I might just lean over, inhale, and get lost in the aroma. This has absolutely nothing to do with the post.
For those that followed along for 30 in 30, thanks for your lurking and active support. TRSJ is off to a great start and I look forward to keeping this blog updated. Who knows? I might f*ck around and win an award or something next year. We’ll see. All I know is that there are a lot of good things to come. Pause.
Clothes Tattered, Pen Sharp,