It all started innocently enough. A post to the Writers of Kern facebook page by our president, Dana Martin, said "Hi guys! Who has a blog?? I'm doing this challenge..." And, genius that I am, said "Sure, I'll do it."
One month later and here I am, a Survivor of my first A to Z Challenge. I've written a blog post for every day of April, save Sundays, one for every letter of the alphabet.
Now, I've made no secret of my distaste for runners. They're so fit, and always so high on endorphins, and you can actually make out their abs, and they don't eat Moon Pies and wash them down with Dr. Pepper, and they have those "26.2" stickers on their car and they run, of all things, and like to talk about it. I really do hate them. But I have to borrow from their world to describe what doing this Challenge was like for me. (I think I ran some in eighth grade, so I'm not completely without firsthand knowledge here.)
Yes, this challenge was like a marathon. At the beginning, you're borne along on excitement, then pleasure at doing what you love and doing it in an actual event. After a few miles, it gets harder as the enormity of the task sets in. Well into the race, there are hints of panic and a thought of bailing out, but some perverse pride keeps you going. Farther in, it becomes a real slog, with actual pain, and all your strategies go out the window save to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. But as the possibility of actually finishing becomes better than an even bet, something curious happens, the "second wind." As the finish line draws closer and the you realize that yes, you really are going to make it, the tension and fatigue in the muscles fade, the lactic acid and cramping is forgotten, and you find your form and hit your stride with a kick of newfound energy. Finally, as you cross the line, the thought of never having competed seems ludicrous, the pain is forgotten, and only pride remains.
And I am proud. I'm great at starting things, but not so great at finishing them. Not too experienced with closing the deal. Most of my projects lie unfinished. If you're not like me, it's hard to explain how exhilarating finishing a month-long task can be.
There have been costs. I've stayed up too late, too many times, finishing posts. It's made it hard to get to work on time and added to my fatigue at work. Worse yet is that time spent writing was time not spent giving my attention to my family.
But we made it through, and it's time to give the computer a bit of a rest. I'm glad I did it. It's been great for my writing chops. I'm pretty much an essayist, and my best-ever essays have been for this challenge. And it's turned my blog from a neglected and somewhat embarrassing thing to something I'm proud of, an actual blog. That gets updated regularly. And people read.
I'd like to thank the 2013 A to Z team that made this Challenge such a polished, professional showcase. They are The Madlab Post (Nicole Ayers), Tossing It Out (Arlee Bird), Amlokiblogs (Damyanti Biswas), Alex J. Cavanaugh (Alex J. Cavanaugh), Life is Good (Tina Downey), Cruising Altitude 2.0 (DL Hammons), Retro-Zombie (Jeremy Hawkins), The Warrior Muse (Shannon Lawrence), The QQQE (Matthew MacNish), Leave it to Livia (Livia Peterson), No Thought 2 Small (Konstanz Silverbow), Breakthrough Blogs (Stephen Tremp), Spunk on a Stick (L. Diane Wolfe), and thanks to their cohosts, teams, minions and helpers.
Thanks also to all my fellow Challenge participants who encouraged me just by sticking with it, and provided me with so much great reading. Thanks especially to fellow Writers of Kern A to Z bloggers "Coach" Dana Martin and Dennis VanderWerff and newfound blogging friends like Kern Windwraith, Bethie, Susan Scott, Kathy Wiechman, Suzi the Literary Engineer, Sylvia Ney, Julie Kemp Pick and many others, and to Arlee Bird for sending A to Z love in my direction. Thanks for everyone not mentioned by name here who took valuable time from their day to read and commnent on my posts (including the very same Mom and Dad who used to put my stuff on our Avocado Green refrigerator). After all, without you all, what's the point?
Finally, I'd like to thank all of my fellow Writers of Kern for support and encouragement, particularly my biggest cheerleaders, Joan Raymond, Dana Martin and Annis Cassells, whose comments I eagerly looked forward to every day. I suppose I could have managed something without you, but it wouldn't have been nearly as good or as fun or as worth it.
Love you all,
Jer
