This year for Academic Writing Month I decided to blog more. That’s it. No specific goals, no three posts a week etc. I didn’t want to immediately inhibit the writing process by setting unrealistic expectations.
It’s mid-semester here, there are teaching observations, teaching, running network, struggling with chronic health issues, all of which is usually more than enough. No need to ramp up the pressure.
I set out simply saying: all right let’s* have a look at all the blogs in draft–that is 52 by the way–and get some of these out there. Accept imperfections and just tell the story.
And this is where it immediately begun: the generation of more writing. That strange phenomenon the more I write the more writing I am creating.
Writing as meaning making process, as form of inquiry, creates new thoughts, alleyways the mind wants to wander, mountain ranges, it wants to explore. Thus, as I write I also keep notes of ideas for more writing.
I am doomed. The draft number of blog posts will never go down! It’s 58 now.
And because today’s post is basically a bit of a moan here is a pretty picture for you.
*I am not using the pluralis majestatis it’s more like “me, myself and The Brain”