I hate risk. I play the safe bets and the good odds. I bet low and often wrong. Like The Gambler, I know when to walk away, when to run, and how to count my money. I prefer the shore to the wide, blue ocean. I prefer the ordinary, comfort, and coziness to the daring and new things that are out there.
My favorite quotation is from Julia Cameron: Leap, and the net will appear. Funny that this is my favorite quotation because I am not a leaper. I like knowing I have sure footing. I am not a Flying Wallenda. I don’t do high wire or trapeze acts without a net. I need to know the details and the specifics of everything. I have a Plan A, Plan B, Plan B.1, etc.
Risk is not my thing.
Until this year when I took off to Paris, started doing something different with my look, became a nomad, and kicked off this blog. I am doing new things, different things, risky things.
That includes taking on the challenge of National Blog Post Month (or NaBloPoMo if you prefer the mushiness of acronyms in your mouth). From March 1 to March 31, I have to post daily on my blog. I can get daily inspiration from the daily prompts provided or I can create my own posts. Whatever the case, I have to show up here every day and have something to say.
Showing up isn’t a problem.
Writing and having something to say is.
I struggle with the negative chatter in my head: No one cares what you have to say. Why aren’t you writing an academic book that only three people will read? No one is reading this. Shouldn’t you work on the journal article that has festered on your desktop for months?
This endeavor is not in my wheelhouse. Daily writing on this blog will be a hellish risk and fun agony. But I will be here, plugging away and posting smart posts, pieces of my novel(s) in progress, or some other creative writing I am working on.
I am taking a risk. Come with me as I do that.