Wednesday, August 10, 2011

NaBloSoFroDraWe 2011

It's that time of the year again. Time for the week you thought you'd forgotten about, but someone just won't let you. Time for the blogging project that has ruined you for all other blogging projects.

It's National Blog Something From Draft Week!

Begun in 2008, NaBloSoFroDraWe (also known as NaBloSoThaDraWe) encourages bloggers everywhere to select something they've written in the past, but for whatever reason never posted, and finally share it with the world.

It's kinda like getting back together with an ex. You completely ignore all the reasons things didn't work out in the first place, close your eyes, and hope for the best! And that always works out, right?

I like to think of NaBloSoFroDraWe like this: Less travel than BlogHer, less writing than NaNoWriMo.

NaBloSoFroDraWe is a mystery only in its inexplicable lack of popularity. I know I was baffled when reading over the list of obscure holidays for August 10th this morning and saw that Duran Duran Appreciation Day was cited, but not NaBloSoFroDraWe. And this from a guy who likely has more appreciation for Duran Duran than any other 38-year-old heterosexual male you know.

So come on, bloggers. Time to dig out that post you never quite finished, or thought was too personal, or just really wasn't very interesting, and let it see the light of day! And remember our slogan: "Some day we'll look back on this and cringe."

For now, here is my entry for NaBloSoFroDraWe '11. It's something I wrote in 2009, about a dream I had. I have fought and defeated every urge to edit it. And believe me, there were plenty.


I was on cloud nine that day. My mind, a glorious confusion of thoughts and emotions. The prevailing question was how did this happen.

I remembered very clearly and precisely when I first clasped your hand in mine -- both our hands shaking so slightly but the feeling of now that we'd gotten this far not wanting to let go. Then at some point we kissed. The rest was a blur. But it did not matter. For when one is on cloud nine, one does not question how one arrived there. One simply enjoys the all-too-brief stay.

Someone called my name from a bench on the sidewalk. I did not recognize the fellow, but he asked if I wanted to go into a nearby pub for a drink. Since I had just realized that although I was walking, I had no idea where I was going, I accepted.

We sat there for ten or twenty-five minutes, him rambling on like we were long lost friends, me pretending to know who he was but never figuring it out. Then he spilled his drink and got into a shouting match with some lady I had seen there before but did not know her name, and I left.

Back out on the street, I still had no idea where I was going. I was just walking, and thinking, and smiling. Wondering when I'd see you again.

"It gets worse once we get to her room. She stops and she sings, doot do doo do do doo do doo. I claim New Religion is my song. Ah, she doesn't get it. It's all before she was born..."


  1. So what do the rules for the week say for someone like me who doesn't have anything in draft, i.e. I post everything regardless of the way I feel about it?

  2. Good question Ed. I too don't save any posts in draft.

  3. Beautiful Bone. Truly beautiful. I'll read your NaBloSoFroDraWe's anytime. And the beginning was hilarious
    Loved the two for the price of one post. Thanks!

  4. Ed - Well, this could help explain NaBloSoFroDraWe's poor participation numbers.

    Xinh - See above.

    Pia - Thanks. As the one person who might have more things in draft than me, I knew you'd understand :)

    Yep, two for the price of one. Think of it as a Bone recession special. Or something.

  5. Two for one is an Indian concept. You are slowly getting there!!!

    I got too many drafts. So will post one!

  6. The Bone Recession Special. Oh crack me up!! Is it The Great Recession Special? The Recession Within A Recession? The Turbulent August 2011 That's Gyrating Faster Than The Speed of Sound Special? Or all or none of the above?
    As a recession sufferer I laugh more freely and over less than most. Which makes me a great friend and the best audience possible.
    So this is what I do when I've eaten too many little dark chocolate pieces with ground up coffee in them--never wondered about that before. They were delicious. Even better than the home mmade wasabi peanuts I actually went to buy--and that's my favorite food

  7. Interesting. I've never heard of this "holiday."

  8. This was a wonderful piece Bone. Your drafts are obviously more valuable than mine.

    I had deleted all my drafts a week ago. I didn't have many I tend to clean out my drafts every couple of months. i might consider keeping them now that I know about nablofrodreawe

  9. Gautami - Thanks for participating!

    Pia - To laugh more freely and over less than most: methinks that is something good to aspire to.

    Madeline - Something tells me you're not alone.

    Cooper - Thanks, Miss Cooper. Oh believe me, just because I keep mine does not necessarily mean they are more valuable. I have trouble throwing things away sometimes.