Tomorrow is the last day of both NaBloPoMo and the Poetic Asides November Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge. Thank fucking goodness. I’m not as concerned with the poetry challenge because they don’t all have to be written by tomorrow. Participants have the entire month of December to revise the poems and then submit it for the chapbook contest (which I’m not doing; I’m planning to take more than a month for revisions). So I have plenty of time to write them and because they offer daily prompts, at least I have ideas.
As for NaBloPoMo, I do have ideas, but I just don’t have the energy to write something that’s fairly well thought-out in just a few minutes and then hit the “Publish” button. If I do this again next year, which I probably will, we will not be doing any traveling during the month of November. On the other hand, if we do have travel plans, I won’t be doing NaBloPoMo. It’s just been way too much for me.
It hasn’t helped that I haven’t had enough sleep/haven’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks. I’m absolutely exhausted today. Again. Each day I’m just that much bitchier and not so gentle with my state of mind. I’m not giving myself any mental breaks, like I remind my friends who do or do not have bipolar to do when they’re going through a rough patch. Why? Because I have these crazy, unrealistically high standards for myself. So, I’m ending this post now in order to try practicing what I preach.