I look back at the Blogathon (what a fancy name, eh?) of February, and I find that it didn’t make that big a difference to me.

Yes, I wrote regularly which was good. I didn’t have a problem coming up with topics; in fact, I had a surfeit of topics to choose from, so it was a happy problem. The quality of writing was not as high as I would have liked it to be, but it didn’t really bother me. I was happy that I kept my word and wrote every single day, even though several posts ended up as just drafts and remain unpublished.

So, I did it, but it didn’t really give me that Yipee! feeling. Maybe it was too easy a challenge, and I was more at ease because the month had lesser number of days.

But what I did realize is that I can easily put down a couple of hundred words a day at the very least. I just wrapped up reading this book, and it made me want to both run and write.

So perhaps, just perhaps, I shall don my writing shoes, and get back to doing what I love, but not particularly want to do. Let’s see.