My sad attempt to clean out my drafts
I was going to attempt BEDA secretly, then go back and tag my posts with “BEDA”. But I realized I posted one post 49 minutes before the first of August. Although it’s awesome that I posted something at 11:11pm, I skipped a day of BEDA, and the point of me secretly trying to do this without talking about it first was to do it without skipping a day.
Plus, I ran out of ready-to-post drafts. Oops.
Anyways, I joined a community-ish thing for Texas women bloggers called Texas Women Bloggers (nice wording I did there, huh?), and I recently went through and read a ton of the blogs on it, especially those from my area.
Lately, I’ve felt so sick, so I’ve been saying to myself, “I’m not gonna throw up. I can’t throw up. I don’t want to throw up.” Repeatedly. And then, when I realize that once again that attempt didn’t make it any better, I say, “FML. I’m going to throw up. Okay. But just once. Please.”
Any blog with food on it has pretty much been avoided. No hard feelings?
Anyways, I blogged for four days straight. My drafts have a few posts still in there, but I’m saving them for later. I still have 40ish I need to go through. But I don’t delete drafts; I just erase them and use them for new posts. Because the IDs for said posts just go to waste. And it bothers me, even if it doesn’t go to waste.
La la, I’m singing you a song, la la, the end.
I need to redo that page. I’m actually slowly redoing all of 6birds’ pages.
It feels really good to write without rules. (The writing rules.) Using FRAGMENTS and RUN-ONS and IMCOMPLETE SENTENCES. Chrome is saying incomplete is spelled wrong, but it’s spelled the way the suggestion says, so screw that, too.
I’m talking about blog drafts. I have a reason to write sloppily.