It’s not that I’m neglecting my brog, but the truth of the matter is that I actually kind of have been busy this month. A couple things have happened that had necessitated some travel, a couple things have happened that have consumed a good deal of my personal time, and lastly I’m once again taking part in National Novel Writing Month, which is pretty much taking up the rest of everything else. The quest to put down 50,000 words in a 30-day span, which I sometimes wonder why I do other than personal torment.
As of now, I’m in great shape, well ahead of the pace, and currently sitting at around 27,500+ words. I would never share this putrid story with anyone else, but if I could describe it in a brief synopsis, think SyFy channel, but way worse better. I’m actually wondering if I could sell this to SyFy after I finish as a potential screenplay.
I’ll admit that ever since I have gotten on the Facebook wagon, that I haven’t been writing as much on my brog either. Granted, most of my October was spent on two long vacations, and this has been a month of literary writing abandon, but it’s not like I don’t have any opportunity to brog anymore, either. Sometimes I find myself wondering if I should write something on my brog, in 300 words or more, or if I should dumb it down to a succinct statement and share it on Facebook instead. Ultimately, my brog will always mean more to me than Facebook will, but I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve written things as Facebook status updates that I might have turned into more elaborate posts here.