So I decided to do NaBloPoMo.
This is probably slightly insane, given my writing track record for the past year or so, and given the fact that we'll be going away in late November to the Happiest Place on Earth.
But maybe that's exactly why I signed up in the first place.
Today feels a little bit like that first part of a roller coaster, when you're going up the first hill, listening to that clankety-clankety-clank of the chain dragging the cars, knowing that there's no way out but down.
There will likely be some shitty posts, but there will also likely be some decent ones. I hope you'll come back this month.
My quick introduction: I'm a working and commuting parent to two small children, infertility survivor (that was how I found my tribe in the blogosphere), foodie, feminist, self-proclaimed writer and photographer wannabe and yogini who doesn't find enough time to practice. For Halloween I went as Frida Kahlo, a Mexican artist best known for her self-portraits, for her work which is best known for its depiction of the female form, her experience of illness and reproductive failure, and indigenous Mexican culture. I find her work and her life fascinating, and I love her exuberant, defiant spirit. Apparently I make a face that looks a great deal like her, and I carry a cigarette like a natural, despite the fact that I've never smoked in my life.
What spirit did you channel for Halloween?
Annnnnnnnd: here we go!
The Commitments - Nowhere To Run from JB on Vimeo.