12 things blogging taught me

a.k.a. August in review

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: What do you now know about yourself at the end of this month-long challenge?

7 things I learnt from NaBloPoMo

About blogging

  1. I needed a writing space.
    I started this blog to share my self-tracking efforts without realising how much I needed to go back to writing. Now I know – and I intend to keep at it. Continue reading
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NaBloPoMo Roundup #04 – And possibly the last one

a.k.a. Not much of a roundup now, is it?

With September around the corner, a lot of us are busy with professional and personal matters – especially for those who have kids – which probably explains why so few bloggers answered the NaBloPoMo prompts this week. If I missed any answers, please let me know in the comments so I can add them later – thank you!
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NaBloPoMo Roundup #03 – Where have all the bloggers gone

a.k.a. How many people use prompts anyway?

Today, I went through BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo Blogroll looking for participants who had answered this week’s prompts. I only discovered three “new” bloggers matching this criterion, and only a few of the participants I already knew about had blogged using the prompts. It is a shame, especially since I would love to read more answers to the prompt about instant fluency. Maybe I will find some later.
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Get me to speak with cats and computers…

…and leave human languages to me

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: If you could be instantly fluent in another language, which one would you choose to know?

Thanks, but no thanks

As I explained yesterday, I value hard work and dedication when it comes to learning a new skill. This, of course, applies to languages as well. Of course, I would be thrilled to become fluent in, say, Japanese, a language it would – and, hopefully, will – take me years to learn. But it would be so much more satisfying to become fluent in Japanese after years of efforts and commitment than instantly through science or magic – unless I had invented the said science or magic, I suppose.
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It’s the small victories that matter…

…well, not really, but they do help

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: What is the hardest part about learning a new skill? Do you enjoy a challenge or do you like things to come easily?

The hardest part

I think the hardest part is being realistic when setting goals for oneself. It can be difficult to assess:

  • how much time we are going to need before we consider this skill learned, and
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Sometimes it lasts in love, and sometimes…

…one knowingly hurts the other

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Have you ever knowingly (beforehand) hurt someone? Why did you make the decision you made? Today’s post was in part inspired by a video on breakups.

Breaking up

In most separations, there are a breaker and a breakee, the breaker being the one who initiates the dissolution of the relationship, often regardless of what the breakee might think about it. While a breakup may be painful for both parties, it is usually much harder on the breakee than on the breaker, especially in a long-term relationship.
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On keeping secrets and wanting to tell them

a.k.a. The things we do for our friends

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Do you become partially responsible once you definitively know of wrongdoing?

Knowing makes you an accomplice

A few years ago, a friend introduced me to a man and two women – let’s call the women A and B and the man Z. The three of them were quite friendly, but I quickly became friends with A – and count her as one of my best friends to this day. As I learnt early on, Z was in a relationship with B but had previously slept with A; so far, so none of my business. Things seemed a bit tense between B and Z, but I was told that she was completely OK with it.
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Knowing is only half the battle…

…and curiosity killed the cat

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Do you think knowledge is power?

Knowledge is almost power

I think it depends. It depends on what kind of knowledge we are talking about, but it also depends on what we do with it. To give the question a literal meaning, knowing how to produce electricity, where to find the right components, and how to get them should give us power, but this knowledge is useless if we don’t act on it. Sure, I know that going for a walk would be better for my health than sitting on my couch, but what good does it do if I decide to spend the afternoon watching TV anyway?
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NaBloPoMo Roundup #02 – Falling behind

a.k.a. It’s easier to keep track than to keep up

This week, despite my best efforts and a lot of backdating, I wasn’t able to blog every day as I planned. I would love to blame it on a busy week, but as yesterday’s report showed, I had a lot of time on my hands and spent an awful lot of it in front of TV. Don’t go thinking that I chose watching over writing: I really wanted to keep blogging, but this week’s NaBloPoMo prompts didn’t inspire me as much as last week’s. So today, I decided to make up for it with a second roundup of posts by NaBloPoMo participants, but didn’t have time to make it as detailed as last week.
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Too obvious, not enough

a.k.a. How I learnt to hate cliffhangers

This post is based on a NaBloPoMo prompt: Are you annoyed by what you don’t know, or do you like a good mystery?

What I find annoying

When it comes to books and films, I do like a good mystery – unless it is unsolvable. Sure, I hate overexplaining – e.g. when a character explains the ins and outs of a mystery, especially when the explanations aren’t required because it was as mysterious as the writer(s) seem to think. But nothing annoys me more than to have a book or film end without a proper conclusion. I don’t want to spend sleepless nights wondering whether the spinning top ever stopped spinning, nor whether or not the heroin was indeed in love with her best friend and will spend the rest of her life with her. I need to know.
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