The end of NaNoWriMo and November is upon us.
I’m not sure where it went, and can it really be less than four weeks till Christmas? And what now, in the dying days. Well, it is clear that I will not manage 50K words. I didn’t start this to build the habit of writing, which I already have, life permitting. I had told myself I would not, could not, too stressed, too busy. Then I started anyway because it’s a worthy challenge, I wanted to get further than last year, and I had a moment of madness.
My personal goal is 40K. It’s still a stretch target for me. I didn’t have Thanksgiving but I was out at a fundraiser last night, when I could usefully have been writing even a bit. I will have to push to make it.