Today marks one week since NaNoWriMo began, yet most of you (my readers) know by now that, although I am an author, I don’t participate. Again, I’d like to clarify that I think NaNoWriMo is a WONDERFUL concept and event for writers to challenge themselves while also coming together. But today I wanted to open your eyes to another event you may not have heard of.
NaJoWriMo: National Journal Writing Month.
It’s real among journalists–I promise.
I’m a HUGE advocate of journaling. I think we can all learn a lot about ourselves and others through taking the time to slow down and truly let your words take over your conscience. I journal every day–and every day, I learn something new about myself. In fact, I surprise myself on a regular basis, especially when I sit down to write about one topic and end up writing about something else all together.
SO…I was thinking–how can I encourage bloggers and writers to not only journal (if they don’t already) but to share their words and to connect with others that share their words?
OpenDiary.com is a FANTASTIC website.
Basically, you can keep an online diary, anonymously or not, and post entries where other writers can read and/or comment on your everyday life. There are plenty of websites like this, but, as I looked around, I found that OpenDiary.com seemed to have the biggest community and easiest format.
So check it out by clicking one of the links above! (You can even type a private one, so it is just for you).
Happy NaNoWriMo and NaJoWriMo!
P.S. As an extra, here are some of my favorite lessons that I wrote which surprised me as they formed on my pages:
…It’s hard to say, but the time of darkness held me in a formed thought of emotion so raw that I had no choice but to feel what I was feeling.
…A part of me wishes I was that strong. Another part of me knows I am. Another PIECE of me is afraid to accept that.
…Maybe I just tell myself I loved you or that we loved one another so that I know I’m capable of loving someone and being loved.
…the consistent flow of water makes me envy the steady stream in a sense that I, too, wish that my words were like rain—constant—consistent—refreshing.