Well, the Wicked Witch has finished her annual rampage through November and has once more done died dead on us. Good riddance! Adios, National Adoption Awareness Month 2024. I do not feel acrimonious about NanoPoblano2024, however, which can be fun and fulfilling, even if the writing rules or intentions are pretty much the same as my own for NAAM. Imagine an adoption-writing-free world where you can write what you want not what politics demands.
I didn’t do too bad this year, but I missed 5 days, kinda. Some years I get something out every day–or sometimes twice a day. Crazy!
Day 10: I wrote a long piece on ICWA and Safe Haven Baby Boxes. It got too complicated too fast, and needed a better edit than I was giving it. I intended to come back to it, but didn’t. It will show up eventually.
Days 16-17: This was a 2-fer. Part 2, was fine, but when I tried to re-write the first part of Part 1 it nuked itself. Part 2 made no sense without Part 1 unfortunately. It’s about Daddy Trump coming home adopting the United States as if we were his very own, and then, a la Tucker Carlson, taking all us bad girls (sex/gender doesn’t matter in this case, we are all androgenously bad) to the woodshed for giving him the finger. I will get this out someday.
Day 19: I had to straighten out some stats I was writing about, and it got complicated. Again, it will be published sometime.
Day 28: Thanksgiving. No excuse. I ate too much, fell asleep watching pre-code Philo Vancae murder mysteries, and by the time I got up, my blog wasn’t relevant. Or maybe it was stupid.
I didn’t cover some topics I thought I would. For example, no book reviews or updated legislation. I was too busy writing each day to sit down to read and legislation sucks. On other days, I scraped the bottom of the barrel.
Observation: maybe I missed something, but I didn’t see a lot of rah-rah for adoption this year, especially for National Adoption Day which is usually full of heart-warming stories and pictures of little boys in 3-piece suits and little girls in pink Cinderella outfits holding signs reading: “I was xxx days in foster care.” Maybe the election has worn out, bummed out, or otherwise excised adoption from the public’s mind this year.
I am so flipping relieved this month is over. Now I intend to read the hard work that my writing colleagues at Cheer Peppers put in this month, and start to catch up on my real work.
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(No, it will never be X!)
Stop Safe Haven Baby Boxes Now!
Poke the Bear 2024
Day 30 – days to go!
GOODBYE NAAM 2024
AND STILL LOVE YA, CHEER PEPPERS!