We made it. Thirty posts. Thirty days. I wrote it. You read it. Well, you scanned it, anyway.
What have I learned?
That I can still grind it out when I have to. This either means that I'm still good at coming up with something under pressure, or that I'm completely inane and like to talk about nothing.
That not every post was inspired, to say the least. I usually just blog when I have something I'd like to say, get off my chest, share. Some days I'm just too freaking tired from being up eight times a night to have anything more to say then "slurb. ugga. gobble uck uck." And yet, I filled the space and, I hope, occasionally entertained.
That I looked forward to having my writing time each day - well, mostly, except for the other day when I was actually dozing/drooling on the couch and realized I had to come up with something and all I REALLY wanted to do was go to bed. But there is something nice about knowing that, at some point in the day (or night, as the case may be) I'm going to take time to put my thoughts on "paper." This did often involve multitasking: I typed while eating, while my baby clung to my pants and screamed, while my older son needed his butt wiped, while Sage had a temper tantrum or three, while watching TV... Alone time is rare. Makes me realize I could use more of it.
The best part is I did resuscitate this blog. Breathed some life into this old girl and got it going again.
I'm excited about moving forward with it. I want to make some changes to, you know, make it even more Special and Saucy. I will keep you posted.
I even (gasp) redid my twitter address. You can now find me at specialsauceith. It's like my blog with a lisp. But the full name was too long, so I had to improvise.
Okay. So I can't promise I'm going to do daily thing again in December. We've got our wedding anniversary, the holidays, Sawyer's birthday, my birthday and general craziness.
But I will definitely be around a lot. I hope you will too.