So I decided (yesterday) that I’m going to publish at least one post every week. Since yesterday was Sunday, that post could be considered my post for *this* week. But if you start your weeks on Mondays, then that was technically *last* week. And since that seems to be where I’m at these days1, I’ll consider today the start of a new week.
So here I am, writing on a Monday and contemplating how this whole ordeal will go down. Things I’m considering:
Do I need to post on the same day each week?
I’m not sure I’m ready to commit to this. Promising to post once a week seems like enough for now. Promising the same day every week feels more like an assignment and way less like fun.
What will I write about?
I brushed up against this yesterday, but for now I think I’m just going to go kind of meta and write about writing. The habit of keeping it up.
What am I hoping the result of this experiment will be?
Right now, I’m only focusing on one published piece every week. Then if i start to get bored, I’ll add something more. For now this is just about habit formation and releasing my fear of the Pubic Eye (this is my favorite typo and it will never get old).
If I feel the urge to write twice in one week, can I skip a week?
Yes. I’m not going to be a perfectionist about this (also something I’m hoping to get out of this experiment). I don’t have to write if I don’t feel good.
For example, about a week ago I had my “yes, we have no buh-babies, we have no but-babies today!” (aka menses2, sung to the tune of “Yes, We Have no Bananas”), and I just wasn’t up to writing my 750 words most days. And that’s OKAY.
- Last summer, I was starting my weeks on Saturday, because why not kick off the week with a good weekend? Why does work get to have the best of me? Why put all that energy into a Monday when I could be throwing it into Saturday capoeira classes and Sunday paddleboarding? (My weekend life has drastically changed since then, but that was a lovely summer.) ↩︎
- I’ve been granting myself the privilege of Period Days lately. It’s a day I lie in bed, free bleeding on a doggy pad, chockfull of naproxen, reading books and listening to podcasts while intermittently wailing “I have my period!” and shoveling ice cream in my mouth. It’s lovely and you should absolutely try it. ↩︎