Oh, I didn’t sleep well last night. My dreams were disturbed by an evil dwarf, who, grinning maniacally, whispered of extra responsibilities that would weigh me down, of impaired creativity and of vapid words. He was not kind; he was not comforting; he was my inner editor brought to horrid life. His name: Nablo Pomo. Mr Pomo will be sitting on my shoulder for all of November, cackling and pointing out all the holes in my prose.
Luckily, I am not alone. Some brave souls are coming with me. Here’s a list of my fellow blogmeisters who are participating in this month of madness:
(Please let me know if I’ve left you off the list – I will go back and add names.)
YogaMum is trouncing all of us in her commitment to mental anguish by signing up not only for NaBloPoMo, but also for its big sister NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. You go, girl!
Anway, please support us all and help to keep us sane by writing the odd soothing comment.