Rules and Regulations

Now that I’ve set the scene– mildly depressed insurance executive longs to return to a simpler time of creative exploration and also what I remember as being essentially unlimited beer–  I should probably return to the question of what I’m actually doing here.

As you may recall, I do have a soft spot for The Man— I do work in insurance, after all, and rely on an app to remind me to make my bed and drink enough water. I love routines, and I love rules.

And projects. I love projects.

An example: my husband has been asking me for approximately the last twelve years to please do something about what he considers my excessive hoarding of meaningless objects, and what I consider my priceless memories. Each time I would attempt to clean out a box of junk from my childhood, I would end up weeping uncontrollably, rubbing a ticket stub from Jurassic Park against my cheek while humming “Sunrise, Sunset.” And yet, as soon as I read “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up”, I became a mercenary of clean, disposing of childhood toys and wedding programs with laser precision. As soon as it went from a suggestion to a project, I was unstoppable.

You’ve probably figured out by now that this blog is my project. My hope that I can revive whatever creative spirit is still inside me. If I can’t, then fine, I will concentrate my efforts on cross stitching swear words on pillows and shamelessly judging the book selections of the other people in line at the library. But if it works– I don’t know, maybe someone will find this blog and offer me a big box of money just for being so awesome, which would be great, too.

Like any good project, this one also comes with a completely arbitrary and probably unnecessary set of rules, which is what makes it extra appealing.

  1. I must write a blog a day, every day, until January 20, 2017
  2. Each entry must be at least 300 words.
  3. If I am stuck and can’t think of anything to write, I will use a prompt either I find online or, later, after I have admitted the existence of this blog to the outside world, am given by a friend.
Some of these entries will suck. That’s fine. Some might actually turn out pretty good, which is cool, too. But at the end of the year, I will have written almost 100,000 words (complete guess, as I am terrible at math, something no project will ever fix), which is about 95,000 more than I wrote last year.
 
I’m kind of freaked out about it, kind of excited, kind of self conscious and kind of generally feeling bloated, but I don’t think that last one is related. 
 
At least, I hope not.

 

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