Before I get too deep.

One of the things I liked about doing NaBloPoMo last year, was the feeling that I had a license to natter on about nothing. I could write pure fluff & drivel and chalk it up as filler. It was refreshing, and it was good for my writing. I had forgotten about that leavening effect until I got to reading everybody's first two days worth of BloPos. There's a throwaway tone to them that's just plain fun. Want to write about the stinky catbox? Yesterday's trip to the mall? Well, whyever the heck not? There doesn't have to be a point or a moral. It's deliciously decadent, and sort of naughty to someone like me, whose feet are still firmly planted (& sometimes mired) in print.

NaBloPoMo, itself a spin-off, keeps spinning out new spin-offs. Like NaBloShoeMo, in which you post a photo of your shoes every day. Now, for some, shoes are sacrosanct. And I respect that. But it doesn't get much more frivolous for me. Still, Susan Wagner is the ringleader, and ever since Susan walked up to me in Chicago with a drink in her hand & said something nice to me, I am her handmaiden. That's how easy I am.

So when the invite came round from Susan to join in, I kind of wished I could, in hopes that she might whisper more sweet nothings in my ear. But I didn't see how, given that I have about three pairs of shoes & a pair of boots that I wear. Hardly a month's worth.

Then yesterday, as I was getting dressed, I looked at the cardboard box hidden behind my dresser where I throw my shoes (I know, I know, I don't deserve to own shoes). I thought what I always thought when I see that box, which is, "I really need to do something about this. Sometime." The box is overflowing with shoes that are worn out, outdated, or just plain forgotten. I don't know if there are thirty pairs, but I bet I could get to Thanksgiving. It would force me to make some decisions, and those of you who are better with dressing your feet could help me.

So although I am three days behind, I have decided to make NaBloShoeMo my way of lightening up through the dark days of November. Yes, given that I have been complaining about fetishists, this is patentedly insane. But my skin grew three layers this week, so bring 'em on!

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p.s. those of you who want to follow will have to look in my flickr set daily. That way, the rest of you don't have to suffer through 27 pairs of stinky shoes.