One more day of NaNoWriMo remains. I’m exhausted‚ yet I’ll be sad to see it go. I ache, literally, but it’s been the most successful of my four, eclipsing even 2015. I dream of sleep, yet it’s still a relief after the drudgery of 2016 when my health was compromised.
Seriously, 2017 went as I’d have drawn it up in my dreams. Gratitude? There’s no end to my thankfulness for this November and I don’t want it to end.
Last week, on Thanksgiving, I talked about ending the novel. Technically, I finished it on the 22nd, but it had its hooks in me so deep I couldn’t let it go. For two more days I made minor insertions in it, my word counts low, but my joy enduring.
It had to end, of course.
On the 25th I broke away.
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