November I participated in NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) where the goal was to write everyday. It was a great experience and I feel that I got quite a lot out of it. I gave me an opportunity to practice my writing and challenge myself to think outside what was immediately going on in my life. It's very easy to get caught up in the tiny details of everyday and forget to put it all in perspective. Having something outside of the hectic day to day of living was a welcome retreat. It also allowed me to connect with other writers on an almost daily basis which was fantastic experience in and of it's self. Though perhaps I missed a few posts, I feel I did pretty well for a newbie and look forward to starting again in January.
You may have noticed at this point I haven't said bloggers but writers. I sincerely believe that blogging is a legitimate form of writing. Maybe not as recognized as it should be by the mainstream, but that is quickly changing. In a world where newspapers and book stores are closing up shop, it seems the printed page is no longer the sole domain of the written word. As much as I love to see writing expand into other media, I am saddened to think of a world where the sound of flipping pages are silenced. I love to see a pile of books in the corner and the smell of musty old libraries. I'm a romantic for that kind of thing I guess. I know there will always remain a place in my life for old books and newspaper clippings.